After many years,
Another parting is only reluctant.
As we seek the ancient monastery
from this pavilion in the misty rain,
We make majestic vows
to experience many more kalpas,
To witness the clouds of Dharma
permeate all three thousand realms.
As we meet again at Jinglin,
Rains of flowers fill
the Qinhuai River embankment.
Going ashore needs no distinguishment
between the self and other,
We may as well become
enlightened in the here and now,
And become companions
ardently expecting to meet again.