On Self the Prophet never rests his eye,
His to relieve the doom of humankind;
No fairy palaces beyond the sky,
Rewards to come, are present to his mind.
And I have heard the faith by Buddha taught
Lauded as pure and free from earthly
Why then these carved and graven idols,
With gold and silver, gems, and jade,
The heavens that roof this earth, mountain
All that is great and grand shall pass
And if the art of gods may not prevail,
Shall man ‘s poor handiwork escape decay?
Fools that ye are ! In this ignoble light
The true faith fades and passes out of sight.
Chen Tzu-ang A.D. 656-698