Our human world waves like a mirage blur,
So little stays the same.
I have no roots, a driven traveler
Without a family name.
My shadow shimmers. Crowds across the lake
Don’t comprehend. They take
My search as empty dreaming, lonely sorrow.
I seek the Way, to know,
So loneliness cannot be pushed away.
On high is my heart’s home.
When breezes blow, I am a flute at play,
The wind, my heavenly dome.
Translated by Jennifer Zeng
Edited by Damian Robin