Crossing the Gate of Ghosts, this life is severed clean, By the Yellow Springs’ path, mourners weep unseen. On Sanzu Beach, white bones lie strewn afar, At Naihe Bridge, past ties end under the star. The Warden of Fate locks souls in grim disdain, Yakshas sever spirits, leaving wrath and pain. The Judge’s pen descends, weighing grudges and grace, The King of the Underworld reigns, cycles in endless chase.