Kindness smells good, praise the fragrant clouds.
You escaped a disaster,
It's like a different person
You said you were guilty,
You must give up everything to make amends.
You trust your company,
You took off your mask,
Replaced the gorgeous coat,
Set foot on a pair of old Beijing cloth shoes,
Began the journey of finding Buddhism.
The fog of Wutai Mountain,
Can't hide your kowtow,
Those layers of ladders are gradually rising under your knees.
The breeze gently blows up the crystal sweat for you,
Birds are singing and flying over your head,
Your piety has purified your once deceived heart.
You finally found the dharma,
The founder said that as long as you improve bodhicitta,
This universe is you.
You came to live,
In the end, all beings spent you.
Grateful, grateful, grateful!