At a mountain top, I came across a whitebeard
On a thousand year old carpet, he was seated cross legged
as if for a thousand years, like a plane tree.
I asked him:
"What is love? Master! What is the mystery of life?
I am madly in love, head over heels
and I have a full life before me"
Love is on the wings of a bird,
If you startle, you can't catch it.
With birdlime, with a sling, you may strike but not embrace.
The water of the mystery of life:
You can't find at the fountains.
Suddenly you get to sip from a wild creek but can't quench [yourself].