My son, there is no need to hurry Before leaving home for the world. Your journey will take you To each corner of this earthly sphere.
Look how proudly the eagle flies! Its wings cuts through the clouds like blades; Or a galloping horse, hooves in midair Breaking through the morning fog with grace.
It takes thousands of years For the mountain to reach its peak; To have a perfectly polished jade You need more than a day's worth of work.
There are still books I want to read Though your mother's hair has turned gray. It's late, and I am sitting here alone Listening to the insects sing.
