A pond of red lotuses opens before the eyes,
the morning sun brightens the world with color.
Distant dawn bells open the heart's door;
amidst the earthly dust,
we must transcend the cycle and gradually awaken.
Countless threads of emotion,
the gathering and parting of fate—how much helplessness lies within.
Watch the surging crowds,
striving in life's struggles,
searching for the future.
Each day spent in toil and haste,
in this vast sea of humanity,
who understands my heart?
Hearing the sutras and teachings,
the lost find their way back;
on the path of cultivation,
the heart is free of attachments.
The Buddha's light guides all beings,
leading them out of the sea of suffering.
The chant of the Buddha's name resounds,
faith and vows brimming;
the pursuit of fame and fortune fades as we walk toward a bright future.
The chant of the Buddha's name,
seeking liberation,
the Pure Land is the peace of this life.
The chant of the Buddha's name,
seeking liberation,
the Pure Land is the peace of this life.
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