The impulse that motivated my search
Stay fair, good, simple and serious
By staying joyful. Above all, enjoy studying
Fill your mind with knowledge and talent
Illuminate it with these lights
And the inevitable result
Is a thorough investigation
Secret, yet allowed
Of the subtlest principles
And you will be able to clearly distinguish
Good from evil, right from wrong, in all things.
And so you become the clear conscience
Of the race and its past
For the Past dominates the Present
And you must revere its voice
Sovereign, imperious and manifold
And always listen to it piously
It comes to you through the rites
Which are precious caskets
Containing divine poems
The pure form of duty
The sacred hope of the future
Filial respect, the foundation of the family
The place that unites you with all those missing
Since you are one, living and dead
They owe you assistance, and you owe them worship
An exchange of manners which will outlive this earth
Which is not just a futile custom
But the accepted gesture of a soul
Touched by its humility on the road to perfection.
Perfect manners in body and soul
Reflected on the outside: divine politeness
A courteous look, gentle words
The smile of an affable and respectful face
It is by practising this that you earn
The first virtue: self-control
And there you will find the sweetness of being loved.
If you can understand and follow my thoughts, the "Flowery Kingdom" will remain green
Keep the golden number, the new complete parts, plus the "First Digit" which guides the chariot
Where "Kapourous" the victor rejoins "Krisna",
the cold makes the night the day, and the day the dark night
In a fireplace that seemed dead, suddenly the flame shines.
From your dormant hearts, let the flame of Love and Beauty burst forth.
And for you the "Sacred Lotus" will bloom in the garden of dreams.
"Son of Heaven", working tirelessly.
When my voice departs, other voices will be heard,
Those of the sons of my spirit, strive to understand them
So that the harvested grain does not perish.
Then your father will return
For no one truly disappears, every life begins again
By taking one step forward
Love the arts, love beauty Protect your poets
So that they throw their colourful dreams down onto silk
Let the pure kaolin express their dreams
Or let their brushes, by the "bird's talons", sing the glory of China,
Art is the noble path of evolution
The revealing crucible where souls are purified
And your art will last longer than your monuments
Made of brittle, fragile materials;
The walls around your towns will crumble
Only the works of your spirit will not pass on.
Adorn yourselves with knowledge, broaden your souls
Become my disciples while remaining my children. So that the intelligent Pollen flame always burns on in your hearts,
conscious of your great responsibilities.