My mind is not eager to take renunciation yet
But, I am weaving a sheet after thinking about something
I heard a voice on the mountains
It was a beautiful verse that congratulated me
Leaving these buildings and temples,
I am now choosing a house of belongingness to get shade
When I became the guest of the rhyme,
the dignity of the song increased
The glory of the fragrance increased in the world of thorns
Yes, I know, soil will become gold someday
That is why I am considering my body as gold and counting it.
I will become sandalwood someday with fragrant knowledge
You, the lamp of worship, say that
I will become worship
Let the fire of the throat be extinguished,
let the mind get snowflakes easily
That is why I am listening to the voice residing in the self
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 馃槉馃檹 
