Tung, the music of
a bell rings,
when I see the hills
yonder and the monastery.
The meditative eyes of
Lord Buddha, the Prince
of Kapilabastu, calls me..
To leave this fatigue world...
But, the colorful orchid hung,
from a colossal tree,
draws my eyes.
I'm now under this tree.
Excellent June! I can almost feel the rush and yet the hang-about. Thanks for sharing! keep coming!
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I would like to translate this poem
fine, good thought and plot i like it