Venturing into piercing traditions, finding all kinds of prospects as they are delved into with aspiration.
Picturing sensory illusions, dancing around in a quiet reverie of contemplation.
Saltly shimmering in the evening twilight, holding onto a peaceful particle of life's future puzzle of destiny.
Sounding so perfectly in tune, reaching to heavenly skies with no qualms about doing so.
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I would like to translate this poem