If hair is the source of dharma, then how stunning would my waterfall of black hair be?
If hair is the source of sorrow, then what kind of world-destroying sorrow should my long, chaotic mood be?
I was born in the Rain Country, a country where hair is respected.
The inflammation of the past life has faded away. Ice to meet again in this life.
The threads of sorrow move, and the flow of sadness breaks.