The peach tree blooms this morning. 

Suddenly, longing for my homeland fills my heart..

Just a few lines of verse, but I keep pausing. 

Read them, and read them again, 

feeling wistful with the evening breeze. 

Light from the afternoon sun today is rather faint. 

Something is remembered, something is forgotten!

Last evening, sitting in silence by the doorsteps.

I open my heart to nature, 

but then Forgetfulness comes unexpectedly over!

This morning, waking up in a daze,

Which dewdrop lingers on the flower-decorated paper?

Calming the heart, I listen to the gentle sutra,

The teachings of Buddha brighten like the full moon night.

Reading the sutra, not truly awake, falling half asleep,

In the dream, I see a lotus bud blossoming a pure smile. 

Turning to poetry, I recall the Mother of Mercy. 

The serene scent of evening prayer in a fragrant realm...