I will make a boat with mud, straws and branches picked up in this rice field The boat of mud, ready to collapse Load everything into the boat - civilizations, histories, and wealth that mankind has so far drudgingly built up The listing mud-boat, ready to sink To return all to the sun that is going down beyond the horizon Involved in the irresistible stream, mankind is as ephemeral as this mud-boat We temporarily shroud ourselves in a visible form called mortal body Why is it so hard for us to set ourselves free from the material world? Now, the mud-boat is just setting sail As the sun is gradually losing its brightness Only the bow is highlighted in the dimming light of the sun |