Land of Lime

My body I have made a garden,
My mind a spade.
I have dug up illusion’s weeds,
Broken up the clods of worldliness,
Harrowed the earth, and sown
The spirit’s seed.
The thousand-fold lotus is my well,
My water-wheel my breath;
From my subtle nerve I have
Channeled the water.
And to keep out the five
Bulls of sense
That might trample my crops,
I have set up all round
Patience and poise as fence.
Behold, O Guhesvara!
Night and day I have lain awake,
To protect my tender plants.