My Dream

"Last night I dreamed
Of climbing Sung Mountain,
Striding out alone
With my rattan cane,
Past a thousand cliffs,

Over ten thousand ravines.
I enjoy them all.

In my dream
My leg was not paralyzed.
I was healthy as in youth.
But on waking, I returned to my senses,
With the same disfigured flesh and form.
Now for the first time I perceive truly
That form can be sick
And spirit healthy,

Form and spirit are both illusions;
Truth consists neither in reality nor dream.
In daytime I walk with difficulty,
In nighttime walk freely.
Since time is divided equally
Between day and night,

Nothing is lost."