In the spiritual sea, one may have attained the ultimate,
But still the river flows on without end.

Clams in the mirage emit an extraordinary energy,
The gandharvas’* fragrance pesetas the heavens.  

The blue city walls reach up to the crimson clouds,
A purple mist envelops the golden tower.

Everything arises from the vision,
And is not due to any phenomenal causes.

The analogies are spoken for the mundane
To reveal the esoteric within the esoteric.

* A gandharva city appears at dawn and disappears when the sun rises higher.