Few words sent to you guys, Efforts must be attentive, Dead mind, out of gate automatically, And leaves no scratch on the ground.

Longan leaning on a railing, shows one by one, Same branch even roots cannot be dismantled, Faint fragrance flutters cannot be surrounded, Ripened fruits fall all over the terrace.

One yellow, one purple, one budding, Some lotus leaves arise from water early, Competing for the first blossom in the beginning of summer, Not knowing in a snap of fingers it is deep fall.

Chan lineage is withering, makes one concerned, Talk big, dare to save five Houses of Chan, Sentient beings separate from spirit for a long time, One cut into two halves, no harping on.