Ivan Bodhidharma arrives from the South
With spring in his wings;
He drinks from a stream,
Where ice used to be.
Complete geographical knowledge
Of our chambers,
Apartments and needs;
Quiet tiger is with him,
Dragon sings in his key;
He’ll cure the ones, who can hear,
Perhaps he will cure the wise;
And he will convey to those willing to learn,
The story of wonderful times.
He’s moving around contraptions, intended
For people, avoiding their goals;
He’s lighter than smoke;
And through plastic and tin
Ivan Bodhidharma is inclined to see foliage
Where we are accustomed to poles;
And should brightness increase
He’s probably already in;
He’ll cure the ones, who can hear,
Perhaps he will cure the wise;
And he will convey to those willing to learn,
The story of wonderful times.