Chant Royal

Life flashes by in a moment of time. Late twilight’s rose fades, the sweet songbirds leave. Though we strive to remain in reasoned rhyme All living will die, the joyful will grieve. What vision can guide us? What blinding sight Could glow like a lantern to light the night? The sages and prophets the wide world round Still fumble in darkness, fall to the ground. The winds of impermanence blast and blow. Yet ages ago did the truth resound— The daimoku Nam-myoho-renge-kyo. How swiftly we play out our pantomime! Companions with whom on an autumn eve We versified the moon’s heavenly climb Have vanished in silent recitative. The tiger of death with eyes burning bright Does roar long before we must bear its bite. But thralled in the lust to be world-renowned We hear not, nor heed this frightening sound. Yet there’s a chant that can death overthrow A single phrase in which blessings abound— The daimoku Nam-myoho-renge-kyo. The medicine men have cures for a dime. Specious magicians with tricks up their sleeve To treat our afflictions each will say, I’m The wisest. Thus they deceive the naïve, Look down on the rest from their puffed-up height. For prizes, awards with great appetite Wry buffoons, erudite, all capped and gowned, In circumlocutions their words have wound. Yet the healing phrase not one can bestow Is elixir medicine to be downed— The daimoku Nam-myoho-renge-kyo. Some live for adventure, hear midnight’s chime; Others in misery crave death’s reprieve. Still to waste our precious life is a crime Or let our days meaningless matters thieve. Gold will be gold, of great value, despite A fool falsely weighing its worth as slight. With profit, fool’s gold, our actions are crowned. We are happy, we say, with faces frowned. Yet one practice gives proof that we can show However madly we’ve capered and clowned— The daimoku Nam-myoho-renge-kyo. Security, peace are benefits prime— A fabric of cause and effect we weave. Dimensions ageless, eternal, sublime— All are wonders within we can achieve. In a muddy pond the lotus pure white Emerges from earth, as wrong turns to right. In the sea of sufferings most are drowned For sadness and sorrow us humans hound. Yet enlightenment’s path is ours to know, Where fortune upon good fortune will mound— The daimoku Nam-myoho-renge-kyo. To discard the shallow, seek the profound Takes courage and faith in equal compound. Yet water of wisdom will always flow If we embrace what will truly astound— The daimoku Nam-myoho-renge-kyo!