The Lower Age’s world is ending,
Upheavals have disrupted the family base,
The Earth Rabbit Year is a clear case,
The whole globe is extremely agitated.
Sadly sitting, Crazy have indicated,
From now on, people will be miserable.
The world’s predestiny is rotable,
So Crazy follow Master down the lay realm.
The society is tumultous and uncalm,
All the nations bustle with arm race.
Some’s marital bond is a disgrace,
Others’ loyalty and filial piety both fail.
Thus Crazy make such a counsel,
That, from now on, you be mindful.
If a scheme is deep, so too is its woe,
History makes no mistake of that,
The shrewd, once hearing it, feel sad.
The idiot hearing it faceup guffaw.
They’ll later confront the tiger's claw,
Abject misery will befall all earthlings,
Crazy took the order of the Bright King,
And Buddha to be a mass preacher.
All the people are seen in the world,
All ridiculing the Holy Spirits as deviant.
Despite their gossip being rampant,
I’m Buddha’s devil sent down for savior.
Faraway residents appreciate this favor,
Making those nearby jealously discard.
Namo the Compassionate Buddha,
Their lips recite, their minds are deceitful.
People from the entire world,
And all villages look down on Crazy.
This Crazy used to be like anybody,
Who led a top life of opulence.
Having thought of its impermanence,
I went in mountainous jungle practicing.
God blessing, when I was rambling,
I met the Master of the Jewel Mountain.
Bowing, I had my vows explained,
Please kindly be my master.
He saw Crazy is too genuine by character,
Within six ke, I have known Predestiny.
I’d rather be brief on this story,
Let’s spend more time on true practice.
On Earth, the shrewd and the daft coexist,
Who all crave self-interests and opulence.
The chess game has entered a turbulence,
Why not keen to practice but covetous.
The Supreme Being love the righteous,
For Loyalty, Filial and Ancestral piety.
Melancolic, I talk aimlessly,
Bloodshed soaks the whole world.
When will people be delivered?
Rooster’s Buddha will bring global peace.
This Crazy who is one of the Holy Spirits,
Descend on Six-Provinces from mountains.
The world will soon drop its curtains,
Practice for an audience with the Holy.
Rare are those who maintain integrity,
Many are so brutal as to annoy the Creator.
Worldlings are the lie fabricator,
By the Dragon Investiture they’ll be hurt.
The world arrives at its lurch,
But, all day long, people make travesty.
The worldly’s sins never cease,
Once in the Hell, their release is hard.
Crazy talk about things near and far,
For folks to be mindful and to cultivate.
To cultivate helps bypass the Hellgate,
Free from Hell, you’ll tour the Paradise.
The world is not far from its demise,
So I write an article for them to read.
The world scene is like a firework lit,
Calmly watch who this Mad is.
Master is one and his disciples three,
We amply teach about Predestiny.
Still credulous is this Crazy,
I stay calm to see how they behave.
Some are wise, others more naive,
Till they see bloodshed, they don’t apply.
Now I pretend to be imbecile,
Like Ren Gui who used to be a prisoner.
Now some hate me, others favor,
‘Cause Crazy frankly told recent stories.
People far and wide make mockeries,
Whatever they said, I put up with.
Sadly recalling the remote myth,
In Seven Mounts, I chuckle at fake monks.
They said of luxury they aren’t fond,
But why have they coveted lay riches?
Alas! How strange are these stories,
Why do, as Buddhists, we chide each other?
At this time, I’m totally bewildered,
No matter what is trumpeted by the mass.
From the near to the far away place,
Every household’s chitchat is joyous.
This anecdote is so marvellous:
Han Xin biding his time crawls between legs.
Later, his reputation all over spreads,
As he's frightened Xiang Yu occasionally.
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