Born in the year of the Ox, the Buffalo, so very hard

All day long, carrying heavy loads, the back must ache

When it eats, it eats little, but it works truly hard

If it's true, at the start of the year, there's no joy

What we did in a former life, who could know

This life, we pay the debt, right in our role

In the next life, please, don't be a buffalo again

Be a little kitten, to be loved

Fragrant flowers, so beautiful, [?]

(Dedicated to the poet brother)

Mother has heard your sobbing words

In the rhythm of the lute, together with the song

Now without mother, you live with father

The heart longs, because mother is gone

Now you ask, you love mother so much

The law of compensation, the fleeting life

Day shines bright, night turns pitch dark

Life and death, not many inches apart

Cry no more, live joyfully instead

Live with father, with wife, and with children

Live so that filial duty is truly complete

Honor righteousness, show a faithful heart

Mother's eyes closed, her heart beats no more

Though she let go, her soul still remembers you

The cricket's trembling call, lamenting all night

In the silent night, mother and child sob!

Seek out old friends and gather to play

Chat together, whether useful or not

Sometimes there are warm affairs

Sometimes we learn if we live less naively

Talking and laughing, always giving praise

Don't criticize, lest it turn to sorrow, to suspicion

In life who is definite [?]

Harmony, no matter why, for the sake of feeling

Having borne a name within heaven and earth

One must earn some fame with the mountains and rivers

In the dusty world, who can easily know

Only later is the hero's face made clear

Oh, human affairs are just like that

Like a lamp's shadow, like drifting clouds

Like blowing wind, like a dream

Thirty years of longevity, who knows how much

Just waking, the millet pot not yet cooked

If people know me, so be it

If they don't know me, I am still myself

The sacred soul embraces great harmony

Free of worldly burdens, that is an immortal

visit the child, visit these matters for now

return to cultivate, climb the hill to watch the clouds

The clouds drift and dispel all suffering here

a clear mind, a pure heart, the father full of resources

Wash away clean and pure first of all

compassion, joy, equanimity must follow right after

loving-kindness, charity, add color

these are the ways to wipe off the dust of life

Life is short, oh dear one

wise thoughts, true reason are the advice given

live so that there is enough to do

to please others, that is all the better