They hysterically pray when they fall sick,
Buddha can’t on time testify the wicked.
I see the lay’s ignorance and wretchedness,
Their sins are dreadful by profanity.
Practice is not a sworn propensity,
Why not keep it to reach the Fairy realm.
The more I talk, the more poignant I am,
As there are more of the cruel all over.
Monks resemble well-painted timber,
Inside rotten, outside it still looks good.
Shame for those monks being crooked!
They do things to spoil the Tao with fraud.
Amida Buddha is more distraught,
Angry why the monks have fooled people.
Having a life, take care for survival,
They see Hell King soon with their old ways.
The folks’ errors make them dismayed,
Thus, from Buddha I took the commission.
Many of the worldly like aggression,
Toward Crazy, they always show disdain.
Heavy-heartedly, I take to the pen,
To help the world relax and practice,
I love the mass and ask for no benefit,
Sadly, the masses are deadly blind.
Nothing gives me a bit of delight,
Time comes for people to meet the dread.
From now on, diseases are widespread,
Practice and implant Buddha in your mind.
My word illustrates the depth of the plight,
For all the people to mindfully practice.
Nowadays Crazy open the Tao for bliss,
For all folks to have a grip on the method.
Now the Fall nearly finishes its period,
When I nearly achieve all my utmost goal.
I have not yet been well-versed in moral,
How many are faithful to Crazy.
This Crazy will unchain all the lay,
Guiding them toward the Fairyland.
I don’t seek to be famous and abundant,
Only wish people get a lasting leisure.
Back to the Buddha, I often report,
Plead for Patriarch Buddha to kindly bless.
Now I reveal all from my head,
For people to understand good and bad.
The Supreme Being always commiserate,
Thus wanting you often to give alms.
Don’t crave fighting for triumph.
It won’t be wasteful if you practice keen!
The sea of sufferings has been seen,
It is best to fulfill the human obligation.
Don’t crave others’vilification,
This later will bring back sufferance.
Practice requires perseverance,
Clouds will reveal things you may see.
Don’t be cruel and aggressive,
And you will be salvaged by this savior.
Myriad discords exist in the world,
Give up selfishness to care for practice,
Ensure your sutra recital be rock solid,
And you’ll later see Buddhas, no doubt,
The globe is so aggrieved for now.
Briefly speaking, Buddha is one’s mind.
Make no mistake of my advice,
From now on, your virtue will germinate.
As too many afflictions are on the planet,
I urge you to enter the path of practice.
Your conduct hasn’t been polished,
Today shine it to make up for the past.
No matter if people are nice or harsh,
Crazy do not exaggerate with the public.
Mandarins talk with a loud rhetoric,
But their worldly minds are impure.
I write ode to relieve my displeasure,
But, strangely, many still pay no heed.
Their thinking is hard to predict,
They’re curious on my esoteric treatment.
Can a bucket cover up an elephant?
They can’t blindfold Saints with a thin veil,
Though talking a lot, I don’t feel well.
Their practice bounces back like prawns.
They think of Buddha by nightfall,
At night, they maraud for others’ belonging.
The world has a few laughable things,
They don’t practice, but are keen to smirk.
The old people desire the pretty girl,
Not knowing what their future will be like.
They will incur tigers and leopards’ bite,
Thugs will shed their blood all over.
Genuine practicers will never be freer,
The righteous will receive an Holy protection.
The masses must take a precaution,
Seek the Ferryman to talk about mystery.
I so far haven’t known how to do poetry,
Now I write a few pages to awaken people.
Later they shouldn’t suffer from no upheaval,
Owing to their quiet yet superb practice.
When the flying birds are too sluggish,
The fish are lazy, will this disaster cease.
Speaking it out makes so many aggrieve,
A calamity nearing, people still hesitate.
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