Two hours have passed now

And the blood still flows from my throat

The spring night budding, its trees quietly breathing

Devoid of people

This of all places is the seminary of spring

Where boddhisattvas have given up a hundred million lives

And the many buddhas have passed into Nirvana

I have resolved and resolved

To die any time

Unseen tonight by any soul

Leading myself by the hand

Yet whenever the lukewarm

New blood gushes forth

I fear it, indistinct...white