The cascade of songs rushes forth towards the ocean.

It does not heed to any stone obstacle.
Making its way, it rushes forward.

From which beginninglessness did its sound arise?
It has ever since been drifting in the flow of time.
Holding on to the path of the eternal companion,

crossing hundreds of obstacles,
this stream dances on in the flow of melodies.

There is no end to that sound,
neither is there any end to songs,
just as there is no end to life.
Moving forward is its duty.
Forgetting all fear and shyness,
it ever breaks the prison of ego.