I am on top of mountain
I am seeing setting sun,
The rays are falling up.

Now seeing blowing wind,
Turning to golden brown,
Transforming myself to,
Morning statue of stone

And all things around me,
Melting into nothingness.

Only me alone now here,
Only me, morning statue;
One that is called God.

Am I then the said stone?
Am I then surely God?
I am surely this statue.