here is my translation:

a gentle breeze quietly strolling through the plain,
the air permeated with the scent of grass,

lying down and watching the clouds, i let my imagination goes free rein,
my spirit drifting aloof, floating, up and up, reaching the clouds,
drifting and searching, for a place to rest,
a place called home to my soul,
a place incensed with the fragrance of tranquility,
in a distant monastery, slow chantings of the monks are conveying throughout the air to reach me...