The Moon Shines In My Body

The moon shines in my body, 

but my blind eyes cannot see it:

The moon is within me, 

and so is the sun.

The unstruck drum of Eternity is sounded within me; 

but my deaf ears cannot hear it. 

So long as man clamours for the 'I' and the 'Mine', 

his works are as naught:

When all love of the 'I' and the 'Mine' is dead, 

then the work of the Lord is done.

For work has no other aim than the getting of knowledge: 

When that comes, then work is put away. 

The flower blooms for the fruit: 

when the fruit comes, the flower withers.

The musk is in the deer, 

but it seeks it not within itself:

it wanders in quest of grass.