The rich and the poor are different
but they all go forth to earn a living
only someone without material attachments
can pursue this life of seclusion
after the lightest of rains last night
spring plants all at once appeared
dark mountains were suddenly bright
birds circled my hut and sang
sometimes I join men of the Way
sometimes I follow woodcutters
I accept being lame and incompetent
but who says I disdain worldly glory