Wandering about (it is bound) to meet (what it wishes for) desires for Beyond (the clouds) and hopes (of the wind) the distant past (seems to become clearer)
Deep within the mountain the silence drawing near sways Dimly coming into view, the hazy bridge calling
The beads of dew glistens and it becomes clear the small bird Is protected the twinkling light of life
Thirsty (it quietly) pulsates (and bursts) gushing forth (flowing) Clearly (it becomes sacred) as the earth (trembles) the beads (drop and penetrate it)
As it hears (the small) chirp of the bird (the spirit of happiness) projects back (its echo) for a whisper of heaven's door) The time when (the radiant) light (is set free) again and again (The drops of mystery from the spirit is overflowing) (And connected to your dreams)