Crystal maiden, angel on earth she seems,
The earliest beam on westlake gleams,
Right and wrong tangled in shadows,
Bounty of love, burden of woes,
In the breezy wind, a spirit flows.
Take rod, sword and wine into the wilderness,
Bliss and drudge, drink away in dreams,
Looking back everything is but emptiness,
Cascades of curtains, pines standing,
Mountains afar, bells ringing.