Classic Poem

I straighten and adjust robe and headcloth, wipe clean the platform:
one pitcher of autumn water, one incense burner.
Needless to say, cares and delusions must first be gotten rid of;
then when it comes to enlightenment, you try to forget that too.
Morning visits to court long suspended, I've put away sword and pendants;
feasts and outings gradually abandoned, jars and wine cups are put aside.
In these last years, when I'm no more use to the world,
best just to be free and easy, sitting here in the place of practice.