Once a cloud of massive size
rose up high into the skies
over all the realms below
where the beings come and go,
like a canopy of wool…
Wisdom's moisture filled it full.
Rays of lightning brightly flashed.
Peals of thunder loudly crashed.
Happiness hung in the air,
as the rain fell everywhere
equally upon the ground,
making living things abound.
Nourishment of grass and trees,
flourishment of birds and bees
on the mountainsides and plains
were some virtues from the rains.
Whether plants were big or small,
medium, or short, or tall—
each, according to its height,
was supplied exactly right
for its own precise demands.
Woods and groves throughout the lands
flowered with their fruits and blooms,
spreading nature's sweet perfumes.
Though the earth which had been dry
found all soil besprinkled by
one same rain that streams disperse,
still the flora was diverse.
Here medicinal herbs grew
of diversified types too;
some superior, others
less, yet, of one another's
capability to grow,
this they simply didn't know,
plus especially of their
true aspect were unaware.
As with the ascending cloud,
likewise Nichiren avowed
that enlightenment will flow
from Nam Myoho Renge Kyo,
if this theme and title key
we recite regularly.
For our lives, while each distinct,
to this karmic cause are linked
and shall manifest indeed
all that we might ever need
of protection, peace, and gain—
similarly to the rain
on the meadows arable
mentioned in this parable,
so to singularly praise
that sole all-embracing phrase.
< October 13,2015 >
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I would like to translate this poem
Ma'am, you write plenty and thematic! Good job! ! !
Thank you very much! This is a subject close to my heart...