If someone asks what is the mark of enlightenment or illusion,
I cannot say — wealth and honor are nothing but dust,
As the evening rain falls, I sit in my hermitage
And stretch out both feet in answer.
The ridicule or praise of worldly people means nothing
This is an old truth; don’t think it was discovered recently.
“I want this, I want that”
Is nothing but foolishness.
I’ll tell you a secret:
All things are impermanent.
I have nothing to report, my friends.
If you want to find the meaning,
Stop chasing after so many things.
Why do you so earnestly seek the truth in distant places?
Look for delusion and truth in the bottom of your own hearts.