Vairocana plaque right before your eyes, Sweet olive fragrance in the breeze, held by stone lion, Heels firmly on the ground, merge into, Do not! Regret looking back when aged.

Lanterns and pillars give birth to ancient Buddha, South North path is a myth, everyone is guessing, Under sunlight, carrying lonely lamp makes one mournful, All phenomena bow to gateless gate.

Thousand-year iron tree blossoms today, Arising in union, three flower pedicles sitting on green platform, Even the void cannot lock it in, One hidden and two protruding.

Above the mountain summit, Buddha in the sky, With sun and moon shining upon human world, Even clouds over verdant peaks, Can not obscure the twilight of sunset.