Translated by saveubcv
Listening to you, I learned to sweep leaves
Dead leaves scattered everywhere
he leaf was like a person’s life
With the last destination of returning to dust
I had just swept around a tree
Upon coming back, dead leaves refilled the ground
I pondered if the wind hadn’t blown
Then, those dead leaves would have still hanged on their branches.
Like a person’s life-ephemeral
Like a breathing-come and go
Master, I pay my gratitude to you
For a small lesson, but with profound philosophy
Coming home, my heart sank with realization.
The leaf and I, both endure life and death cycle!
The newly-born leaf has a capability of dying.
Just like my life would end one day.
The breeze has no strength
Yet, dead leaves couldn’t resist departing from their branches.
My breath is like the breeze
Where I would go if I do not return to dust?
For long, I engulfed in the pursuit,
Of a grand career, luxurious house,
Children becoming someone
I still await and expect in the future
My grandchildren would succeed.
But I wish of nothing for myself
For one day, I will depart life.
Oh, Master! I pay my gratitude to you,
For my deep reflection
And for the lesson of sweeping leaves.
That is-the leaf and I share a similar fate.
Yet going to where, each must choose our own path.