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21_Track_21.mp3MORTAL AND IMMORTAL1363 viewsHow sweetly bloom the cherry tree
Beneath the April sky!
But soon, too soon, their brightness wanes.
For they must fade and die;
And all their petals bright
Soon on the ground we find,
For while the world doth sleep
There comes the midnight wind.
So is the heart that seeks for peace
Within this world of strife,
For many are man’s woes below
In this, our mortal life,
And when all seems delight,
And hours of bliss we find,
Through our frail trees of life
There blows the midnight wind.
Tis true that mortal life is sad
And quickly passes by;
But still abides that ancient gleam
Of Truth that cannot die;
For when self’s flower is dead,
Its petals blown away,
We’ll see the glorious light
Of Truth’s eternal day.
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22_Track_22.mp3HIS LOVE LIT IMAGE1422 views(Tune: Oh, How Lovely Is the Evening)
So sublime his lovelit image,
Lovelit image,
Stately like a snow-capped mountain,
Snow-capped Mountain,
Sadhu, Sadhu, Sadhu.
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23_Track_23.mp3THE BLESSED REFUGES1452 viewsO Blessed One! The greatest of mankind,
Thou Gracious Master, filled with love divine,
Gracious Thy life, so sweat, so great, so pure,
Thou mighty Light, Thou Blessed One as dear.
Lord, at Thy feet I seat myself to learn,
The wisdom of Thy Life and Law,
Plainly I see the Truth which Thou doest teach;
Sorrow and pain and self shall be no more.
Into my heart there comes a lasting peace,
Within my mind there glows a wondrous light.
All tears and sorrow, doubts and worries cease,
For Truth and joy Thy glorious Teaching brings.
I take my refuge in The Glorious Lord,
No other shelter shall I need,
I take my refuge in the Law and Sangha,
Which freedom bring and Light forevermore.
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24_Track_24.mp3THE LAW OF KARMA1503 viewsWhat e’er ye sow that shall ye reap,
Such is the Law Divine,
Think not that thou can’st e’er escape,
The Karma which is thine.
The present is the true result,
Of actions all our own,
The sower always reaps the fruits,
Of seeds which he has sown.
The Law is ever just and true
And all must surely bear,
The strict result of every act
For none the Law can spare.
Weep not for what is past and gone,
For it cannot return,
This is the teaching Buddha gave
For all His sons to learn.
Do not despair, the future still
Is thine to mar or make;
Sow then today good seeds and pure,
And reap their harvest great.
The goal divine still shines afar
All may this goal attain,
When they have learned good seeds to sow
And things of self have slain.
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25_Track_25.mp3FARE-YE-WELL1296 viewsMy fond young wife, oh fare-ye-well,
I leave your side to come again,
A sage of sages, king of kings,
This holy hour tho’full of pain.
This palace vast is small to me,
I cannot breathe nor lie at rest,
The vaster world bids me to leave,
This vanity for what is best.
So fare thee well, my only son,
Reclining in the mother’s arms,
I go to build the realm of truth,
Hence leave I all with folded palms.
And mount my horse, and fly thro’s Time,
To conquer pain and birth and death,
To find a way to reach that bliss,
I leave behind this passing wealth!
(repeat the first verse)
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26_Track_26.mp3SONG OF THE PILGRIM1452 viewsNo sentient life in all the worlds,
Will ever cease to be,
Unending all as Thou and I,
Though forms change constantly,
Then life imprisoned in the earth,
May bloom as lovely flower,
So all evolve a fairer birth,
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Remembering always “Buddha Thou artâ€
The path will lighter grow,
The Buddha seed within our heart,
Will guide to those who know.
On through the endless eons of time,
Through forms from stone to man,
All beings to perfection climb,
Such is the faultless plan.
Perfected man the masters are,
And we shall also climb,
To starry heights in worlds afar,
And know the Truth sublime.
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27_Track_27.mp3SELF RELIANCE1786 viewsBy ourselves is evil done,
By ourselves we pain endure,
By ourselves we cease from wrong,
By ourselves become we pure.
No one saves us but ourselves,
No one can and no one may,
We ourselves must walk the Path,
Buddha’s merely show the way.
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28_Track_28.mp3ANGULIMALA2211 views“Stop thee! Oh saffron princely monk,
“who hastens on like falling rain,
“ I want a finger from thy hand
“To finish off my bloody chain.â€
“I do not run, you run instead
“please stop awhile and follow me,
“Angulimal, I ‘m not content,
“to know that thou are not yet freeâ€
“please throw that bloody chain aside,
“there is a better, nobler way,
“To live thy life and reach that truth,
“Angulimala, for you to-day.â€
And hours want by the Indian time,
While Buddha’s sinless way he heard,
And sinner changed to blessed saint,
And preach’d he out the hollowed word.
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