Carrying down the mountain a shoulder pole of heaven and earth.

Passersby ask me what’s being sold, and I tell them “coal”.

Some money made is fine and the trade’s honest.

What’s a  little gain or loss from these piles of firewood.

This entire life, I just want to live true to my vows of love and faith. 

We will see if iron and stone can stand the test of endurance.

My face’s begrimed – I have considered another trade.

But then I’m afraid that many people will suffer the coldness of this chilly winter.