《花花世界》 The world of flowers
Our world is of flowers, aye! Of flowers. What matter’s it?
Ah! Why need I compass so many a sinful act?
When I see before my eyes those that are plunged in distress, how coldly (think you) does it chill my heart?
Methinks that wanton joy is everywhere all of one kind.
‘Twere better to hold the fast with prayer to Buddha, and go read the Sutras.
So now with one pen-stroke I will blot out the word ‘passion’; then my desires will no more be such rebels.
Let me erase my debt of sin;
Thus I shall avoid loss of chastity and shall not sink down to yonder Sell-Smile Village.
Now morning and evening will I hold the fragrant sticks;
Also I must ever clasp my hands
In prayerful contemplation, penetrating the mask of beauty.
‘Tis my purpose to escape from this sea of bitterness, and straightway win a seat in the Boat of Mercy.