Go alone and attract no attention
the meritorious will be rewarded
sixty ogres crowd around my table
seeking refuge in the Realm of Light
Tribunal in the Realm of Darkness
Hastily burn incense and tidy yourself
He'll give you no more trouble
But let me out, let me out.
If you bathe in ink you will turn blue
If you seek rain you will have your fill
Pull the plough and till the land
Behind the Zen Hall of the Treasure Wood.
It is time to repay the debt
Bow and depart in peace.