When immersed in daydreams,
Water comes washing your face,
Awaken yourself from sleep,
Don’t feel the Sun rising quickly,
Shining golden on the ocean of samsara.

 

Both ends of the lips lifted up,
He slowly opened the chest,
Fill with prana joy,
Breath is no longer tight,
like the sound of waves chasing dreams.

 

Thanksgiving goes through the sky,
Until blown away endlessly,
The wind comes bringing a new message ….
O my child, it’s time to fall asleep.