Words cannot see what the Mind is, Two ears only hear outwardly, Without putting down arms, hard to liberate from karma, Look through the skin bag, begin to understand the real sound.

Everyone holds a pair of scissors, Cutting people, cutting things; cutting off leisure, Incomparably sharp, honing life after life, When can cut through the dust to become one with the blue sky?

Ancient path is straight all the way through, Coming and going, no human trace, Spring has past, falling flowers float away with the wind, Dusk after glow paints the sky scarlet.

Cow head’s mind before seeing the fourth Patriarch, Heavenly beings scattering flowers, falling in succession, Viewers distort reality, turning into duality, Perhaps wrongly saw people back then.