Two hours have passed now
And the blood still flows from my throat
The spring night budding, its trees quietly breathing
Devoid of people
This of all places is the seminary of spring
Where boddhisattvas have given up a hundred million lives
And the many buddhas have passed into Nirvana
I have resolved and resolved
To die any time
Unseen tonight by any soul
Leading myself by the hand
Yet whenever the lukewarm
New blood gushes forth
I fear it, indistinct...white