If once you can go through the Cloud-pass,
Then South, North, East, West,-you can go freely in any direction.
Resting at night, travelling by day,-all subject or object forgotten.
Wherever you plant your foot, there is purity and coolness.
Go through the Cloud pass and there is no more the old road.
The sky is blue and the sun bright,-the mountains are your home.
The wheel of the world turning and changing,-hard for men to attain truth !
But he who moves through it with folded hands, is noble-a golden dragon indeed.
Image: Kossu Dragon Textile Panel. C. 19th century. China.