Child I am at sixty,
Heading not my ailing body,
Inquiry I make of truth the God,
Living to be loved and to love all,
Daring my soul to challenge my own body,
Riding on my soul leaving the body,
Ever changing and decaying,
Never listening to my own inner voice,
Saying and showing truth the God.

Day and night I live like a child,
And no change of seasons whatsoever,
Yielding always to my own inner voice.

Children are my comrades in love,
Entertaining all at all times,
Living on this universe longing for love,
Envying the child living in total harmony,
Braving with all living beings on this earth,
Reading the writings on my soul’s inner wall,
Always pleading to be a child saving the soul,
Trailing behind the body in the inevitable change,
Inviting the challenging noise from all over,
Overtaking the inner voice of my soul,
Never wishing to be overtaken,
Saving the soul to live like a child for ever.