Profound, pitch-black darkness
No light from a lamp
Day and night without distinction
As if time never pauses
What does the world look like?
They say it's beautiful, full of charm
What does the world look like?
They say it's bleak, full of disaster
Then what is its meaning?
Perhaps just a mirage
Be calm, oh soul
The spirit still has eyes
Be calm, oh body
The inner eye, unclouded
Perhaps black is more beautiful
Than a bleak, somber brilliance
Perhaps it's better to be blind
Than to see what is not real
The eyeless body roams the world
Treading fearlessly, traversing the world
Profound, pitch-black darkness is no obstacle
Provided the heart is as clear as dew,
as soft as cotton,
as steadfast as a rock
Thus the heart gleams with significance
And the soul journeys afar
Guided by a vision towards its goals
Making hope a strong reality