The boat and persons instantly disappear,
To showcase the talents of the Supernatural.
Very soon I anchor at Port Ben Thanh,
Two soldiers ask me for personal tax.
Master and disciples invoke a rule slack:
Begging for a waiver to the first offence.
Two of Us are from a faraway residence,
Our dire straits have caused Us to live adrift.
As soon as the soldiers have heard the grief,
They abuse Us a while, yet put Us in jail.
Their behavior causes our guts to go stale,
Boat and people vanish, unimpeded.
Instantly Crazy make a Fortune Teller faked,
I walk through the town in that capacity.
There is a practicer who merits a pity,
Crazy give him a guidance to the Pureland.
I stroll all over the Saigon domain,
I sing or chant thoroughly of Predestiny.
People don’t take it seriously,
They guess the money seeker’s poems.
Civilization rests on money fetishism,
Cunning and cruelty irk the ancient.
Whoever praise me or condescend,
I daren’t make up stories for the masses.
The city life has modernity flashes,
Crazy feign a cripple heading for Gia Dinh.
This limper is familiar with traveling,
Through the town, I go to the country.
People feel my beggings sound scary,
Unsettled by many predictions,
People make diverse suggestions,
Not sure of who is such a clairvoyant.
I depart Gia Dinh at this instant,
Phoenix Boat direct goes to Can Tho.
Here I feign the Big Dullard,
The wife crazy, her husband standing by.
From end to end, townsfolk deride,
Gathering shoppers are hilarious.
Only about ten townsfolk are virtuous,
Most are flocking to ridicule the crazy.
The wife sings songs, in a frenzy,
Her penniless husband begs for lunch.
People treat them as if they were junks,
Everyone is ready to tease them for fun.
But Crazy has social events sung,
And the actualities that ravage Europe.
I travel all over without stop,
In deep depression, I go to Vinh Long.
At a rural market, I have given a sermon,
When my Phoenix Boat goes to Ben Tre.
This market is docked on a raft shed there,
I feign a female peddler of sweet soup.
Her calling voice is on live news in a loop,
Cajoling her customers for buying,
Back and forth, old and young, bustling.
Saying this and that, all flirting around,
As soon as the sweet soups sold out,
Crazy spins a long yarn of woes to come.
I make strides after finishing my sermon,
I head for countryside, leaving the town.
Wherever I go, some smirk, others pout,
Some use swearword: a bunch of drifters!
They turn blind eyes and deaf ears,
Sometimes aboard, sometimes on land.
I travel the whole Ben Tre province,
After all poetry chants, I retrun to Tra Vinh.
Here, I contrive the singsong competing,
In drug sale, whether or not there is a buy.
I talk about things far and wide,
I blame people for having no compassion.
Seeing the destitute, they make derision,
They should ask who has made them rich.
I row to My Tho, having preached,
I urge the folks to commit to practice,
They have so far seldom noticed.
There is the Buddha descending here.
My boat returns out of rural markets,
Back for Ong Chuong, I preach to masses.
Despite weather conditions being harsh,
I scull back and forth on occasions.
Alas! People are facing tribulations!
A Paradise trip is announced ready.
Get on board if you are free,
If indebted, you stay back with the human.
There is a person styled Sir. Quan,
His name is Van Truong at the Ong shrine.
The world vision has touched my mind,
I drop in and dash into his cottage.
I are the practicers with a self-image,
What for you speak aloud for public disdain.
The host immediately said thank,
Offering five cents for Paradise ticket.
Back onboard, I row downstream ahead,
Drop in Sir Phoi’s to probe Third Elder.
I chat over the ethical matter,
Have you ever seen paddies which flew?
Asks a person who is morally shrewd.
Will you explain for me to understand.
In replying, Crazy explains:
Paddies fly into mountains for later uses.
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