The mountain temple vanishes in the sunset.

In an attempt to forget worldly anxieties,
I struggled through the secular world,
Only to sit in a temple searching for Buddha,
Yet it is Buddha who torments me.
There is suffering here,
And suffering there as well;
The world is a complete Asura of attachment.
To the sound of an old monk's wooden fish echoing from somewhere,
The vision of the mountain temple vanishes in the sunset.
There is no Buddha,
There is no anguish,
I vanish, and you vanish too.
A journey where we must stay for a moment and then depart elsewhere.
In that way, the world continues to flow away.