This spiritual man left the world behind
but never forgot his feelings for home.
His divine bones returned ten thousand miles;
his deep gratitude remains through the years.
The grain crops here are bountiful each harvest;
the people never suffer infection.
The ancient temple holds meditation's joy;
a high mound brings mother's love up near.

An imposing structure has risen from the ruins,
a new hall that breathes in flower-rich air.
The eastern neighbor is a certain scholar;
with high-peaked cap, he chants the Odes and Books.

In clear autumn I pledge with cane and sandals
to pull my way up the thousand steps,
pine branch by pine branch.