The Metal Dragon Year is really a dragon,
Since I returned to the world in a lay person.
From May, Earth Rabbit Year, to the present,
People all over have seen my oracle statement.
The style is genial and elegant,
‘Cause I took the Celestial Court’s command.
Down on earth I use my odes to exhort,
I chant a few ones that are thorough.
Now I have to return, temporarily,
‘Cause the Jade Emperor has summoned Me.
I couldn’t bring myself to depart,
Thus I have a word to farewell near and far.
The Paradise is by no means at a distance,
Read over my sermon for deliverance.
Ancient relics trace back to Saints and Sages,
By compassion, in a lay body, I reveal presages.
The worldlings are now found in confusion,
Without their Master, disciples lose direction.
From a fame and shame point of view,
Scriptures have been rarely used.
I bow and report to the Nine Echelons,
The Jade Emperor decrees I launch a mission.
Men and women of all ages, pay attention,
The faces shone, you will meet the Holy.
On Paradise, blooming lotuses are ready,
For meritous, wholesome and genial, persons.
I leave a message to far and wide adherents,
Back to the Yin site, I feel extremely poignant.
In today’s society, too many are arrogant,
They don’t hold in awe merciful Buddha porch.
They are foxy, unfilial, and unrighteous,
Youngsters are not respectful to their elder.
My exhortations are to be remembered,
Pray often to return your ancestors’ favors.
No matter where the worldlings are from,
Study my instructions and pray at home.
If you are sick, herbal medicine is ready,
Look up its list of scripts, go fetching trees.
Now Master takes order to return to Paradise,
I won’t deliver lectures for a few days.
I travel all over the Sa-Ba world,
Everywhere evil spirits go undeterred.
A proverb said: “It is hard to be a do-gooder”,
Albeit talented, one can’t help being a debtor.
If your body is an illness carrier,
Shred yellow paper to bits and say a prayer.
Genuineity would make glue of fresh water,
Devotion is rewarded with Buddha’s pure flavor.
What a pity for worldlings in calamity!
I’m never settled at seeing the catastrople.
My stringed instrument really has no string,
The dishonest hardly grasp Master’s meaning.
People at all levels should work in harmony,
This is better than riches with pearl and jewelry.
Master return and beg for Buddha’s blessing,
To bring peace to all the worldlings.
Our race originates from Dragon and Fairy,
But it has now lost somewhere its probity.
In order to see the four words of Long-Chau,
Steadfastly realize your practicing vow.
In your practice, you always show doubt,
Lest I cheat, you see how weird you sound.
Goodbye to the entirety of earthlings,
I cloud roam home casting Godly nets.
Mountains have diverse beasts and snakes,
Till all the noxious are undone, I won’t relax.
I don’t know how to make you all happy,
Some favor morals, others need vainglory,
Regrettably I rely on the Maha water.
You must calm down after taking three sips,
In a quiet night, Mad silently weep.
Turning left and right, I could not slumber,
As of now, we’re too far away from each other.
Don’t forgo Master if you’re a devoted being,
Midway our instrument broke its string,
No sooner have we united than we again part.
Alert or drunk in the dream of psychedelia,
Dreaming, imagine as if I were beside you.
I am either visible or invisible though,
You should think my teaching is still around.
Let this old man give you a rundown,
Seek inside yourself and you’ll find a calm day.
As gold lion and red phoenix are in disarray,
So will this old never stay at the same place.
Whatever he earns, he still labors on and saves,
Till we reunite, the old won’t cool down.
Outside, I pretend cheerfully going about,
Yet inside, I feel like the dishevelled hair.
The world plays out like a fish was in snare,
I try to catch it out but fear to tangle my hand.
Gathering as much of my mettle as I can,
I make careful recommendations to all.
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