Peach blossoms mountain after mountain, Fading in the front ridge, blooming in the back, Stepping on the wild grass all over, Innumerable twists and turns, returning home at last. – Master Miao Tsan

Jasmine blooms across the wall, Afar is white, up close is fragrant, Essence of creation like a dream, Melancholy of poets all in vain. – Master Miao Tsan

Entire body in one mouth, Resounding throughout the Trilokya Every morning and evening, Forged and rolled out from the flames, With every strike the mundane awakens. – Master Miao Tsan

An unmarked scale in hand, Needless to say grams or pounds Seeing yourself, neither young nor old are cheated, Besides this, one word is superfluous. – Master Miao Tsan