A gentle spring evening arrives

airily, unclouded by the world.

 

Three times the bell tolls; it echoes like a wave.

We see heaven upside-down in the lake.

 

Love is a vast sea. It cannot be emptied.

And, like springtime,  insight flows easily, everywhere.

 

Where is nirvana?

Why, here, of course.

 

Ho Xuan Huong