With youthful vigor like a breeze in spring, a heart soars with ambitions to spread its wings.

In bloom is the lotus heart, yet still it clings to worldly dreams.

A sword in hand, the pen now left, to face the fires of war, undaunted and deft.

The world is fickle; half a life scattered, alone, he seeks solace in the Buddha’s grace.

All laws of life dissolve in peace, and through falling snow, the Buddha is seen.