O great tree,
I forgot You
but did not forget Your small flower.

Looking at You in my mental lake,
I find the softness of the flow of Your stream.

You are like the small point of a star,
and yet, this seven-layered universe is created by You.

Those who consider You small
see only the base of Your lamp,
and through it, they obtain light.

By a small frictional touch,
a forest fire is created.
By a small droplet of water,
an oceanic upsurge is caused.

After having given pain to this small unit mind,
other than love, there is really no cure.