I've been born on the edge of lightning,
I burn out rolling down the stream.
I reached up the top of clouds,
climbing on the fibres of incense,
I followed the path of sowing.
I've been sleeping on blade's cushion,
my sleep resembled the rest of rabbit.
I've been gazing at the burning weed
Silent during the gathering of the crop,
I held a beggar's bag.
I've come across the death of dessert
horse taking its last breath,
I held a beggar's bag.