(Japanese children’s poem, by which they learn their ‘ABCs’. An imprint of Vajrayana on mainstream culture. Translation by Shinzen Young)
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Although the colours are bright The flower will eventually fall, In this world of ours, Who can expect to live forever? Today I crossed over the furthest mountain, Of compounded things, No longer will I be subject to, Superficial greens, Nor will I be intoxicated, Anymore.
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* superficial dreams.....not greens. I misheard SY. Although it kind of makes sense with reference to the first line. The poem is called the Iroha (いろは)
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