I was sleeping, and being comforted by a cool breeze,
When suddenly a gray dove, from a thicket sang and sobbed with longing,
And reminded me of my own passion.
I had been away from my own soul so long,
So late-sleeping, but that dove's crying woke me and made me cry.
Praise to all early-waking grievers!
Student, do the simple purification.
You know that the seed is inside the horse-chestnut tree;
And inside the seed there are the blossoms of the tree, and the chestnuts, and the shade.
So inside the human body there is the seed, and inside the seed there is the human body again.
Fire, air, earth, water, and space --- if you don't want the secret one,
You can't have these either.
Thinkers, listen, tell me what you know of that is not inside the soul?
Take a pitcher full of water and set it down on the water --now it has water inside and water outside.
We mustn't give it a name,
Lest silly people start talking again about the body and the soul.
If you want the truth, I'll tell you the truth:
Listen to the secret sound, the real sound, which is inside you.
The one no one talks of speaks the secret sound to himself,
And he is the one who has made it all.