Terza Rima: the Eternal Dawn of Blissful Bodhi
We are mired in a dark quagmire
Of cruel and murky quicksand,
We dance no more to Kama’s lyre,
And vow for the Western Pure Land,
The eternal dawn of blissful Bodhi!
Arising by Amida’s hand,
A place of serene Samadhi,
Mani Jewels and Way Places,
And the most soothing purity,
Golden roads and glowing palaces,
Purple robes and rows of jade trees,
All wrought by His Great Promises!
Lotus ponds of lasting respite for you and me,
And for all who from sin and iniquity leave!
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