Fallen leaves gently blowing in the autumn wind
There were two or three gentle taps on the windowsill.
The wooden fish paused and struck again
Together with her love that comes quietly
Prajna is as clear as the wind
Under the tree, he recited Buddhist verses
Zen talks about ignorance and worldly feelings
She only wants to be by his side
The Buddha said that the five aggregates and six poisons are false
Thinking of cause and effect is a hindrance
Devoted refuge is the despair that can only be understood after pain
In the story under the tree
She quietly dreams of conversion
It was his voice that entered my heart
Or unknown delusion