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