Who is sighing in the rainy night
Sobbing non-stop, making it hard for oneself
Thinking of the game he is addicted to
Wishing he would see clearly and wake up soon

Although the Triple Gem has spoken lots
People are still addicted to short-term obsessions
Thousands and millions of words
Who knows when the conditions of Dhamma would be complete

Who is making an aspiration in the starry night
So genuine and endlessly far
Recalling the Buddha’s ancient aspiration
Fearlessly far, fearlessly slow and fearlessly difficult

The rain has not stopped, the wind has not subsided but
the clouds have gone far away
All that is left is the aspiration to salvage with compassion
Promises, aspirations
Who knows when the conditions of Dhamma would be complete