At last you have departed and gone to the Unseen.
What marvelous route did you take from this world?
Beating your wings and feathers,
you broke free from this cage.
Rising up to the sky
you attained the world of the soul.
As a lovesick nightingale, you flew among the owls.
Then came the scent of the rosegarden
and you flew off to meet the Rose.
This phantom world gave you false signs
But you turned from the illusion
and journeyed to the land of truth.
I've heard that you can barely see your soul.
But why look at all? -
yours is now the Soul of Souls!
The flowers flee from Autumn, but not you -
You are the fearless rose
that grows amidst the freezing wind.
Now the words are over
and the pain they bring is gone.
Now you have gone to rest
in the arms of the Beloved.