人天眼目 2.99

2.99

Not donning precious royal robes to instruct beginners,
Leaving the world, he provisionally wears tattered, filthy garments.
A narrow path winds and twists through consecutive nights;
When will he return to his distant native home?
Letting down a thousand-foot line, the hook is nonetheless curved;
Benefiting things by many means, his words carry sorrow.
Do not talk about how fine the sights of Chang'an are;
Gaining an advantage is losing an advantage.