As Mad sit contemplating the world,
Heavy taxes and corvee are touching.
It is ‘cause Nam Viet has had no King,
That she incurred heartrending tribulation.
Her piasters devalued beyond recognition,
Poverty has outstripped people of jewel.
Just for a few years, much has shrivelled.
Lost crops caused a lack of drugs and hunger.
Folks’ misery tore our intestines asunder,
Their wives and children in wretchedness.
Deep down, poverty often involves debts,
Furthermore, the rice grows dearer.
As the social change is much tougher,
Every minute the Heavenly Machine rolls.
Vicissitudes happen like flying arrows,
Pride and shame rotate instantanuous.
Whoever is affluent and sumptuous,
We, Mad and Crazy , love all the worldling.
We have so many times been exhorting,
Nobody is awake to seek the Tao.
Loyality and bravity make a man proud,
Chastity makes a Southern-model woman.
The scriptural words are so abundant,
Why don’t boys and girls read to cultivate?
Doomsday is near, yet you procrastinate,
You don’t repent and renounce the bad.
As Buddhists, genuineness must be had,
So you may be reborn on the Pure Land.
Though your vegie meal is frugal and plain,
Albeit poor, you know how to recite Amita.
So you may evade evil spirits afterwards,
Also, you enter the leisurely Fairy Land.
Gemstones hide in the Seven Mountains,
Try practicing to see the world play out.
This is to see the Supreme Holy from above,
The Saintly performance being miraculous.
The world’s current state is precarious,
But the rich still bully the deprived.
Endeavor to seach for the Boat of Insight,
So you can ward off tigers and crocodiles.
By then hostilities will spread worldwide,
The whole globe will be in abject misery.
Thus seek the ‘Maha’ word quickly,
Buddhas will save you from blitzgrief.
Think of Buddha like daily meals to eat,
Bi-daily ancestral prayer is a real support.
Amitabha recital dispels any discomfort,
Then you will see the Sacred Residence.
We hate those who boast their opulence,
We empathize with the destitute.
Urbaneness hardly match jungly solitude,
Where there will be things of glory.
In this world, ups and downs are rotary,
After being a loser, you become a victor.
Though, for cultivation, you’re to be poor,
Once fully enlightened, you’ll get nobility.
Despite the criticisms of the contemporary,
Albeit Mad and Crazy, we are devout.
For mass love, we hold money at a discount,
But we are still slandered by the worldling.
The old will turn young on the Gathering,
The world over, bodies and souls rotate.
The Jade Emperor opens the celestial gate,
To reward Buddhas, Saints, and Fairies.
You should take Confucio-Mencian studies,
Sutras teach how to practice Humanism.
Reading old tales makes one feel shame,
About Diao Chan and Lu Bo ‘s behaviors.
These will later fall prey to fierce tigers,
In Mountains there are bizarre animals.
They respect the demure and moral,
And execute the disloyal, unfilial traitor.
By then a skywide net is cast all over,
It is known that God and Buddha are fair.
If the worldly know how to repent earlier,
Do good and you won’t incur captivity.
You learn from occults for fallacy,
Superstitious, you offer to evil spirits.
Later you’ll face things that are horrid,
Don’t blame Mad and Crazy for not saving.
The old is dumped for the new thing,
Where do they learn to be bumptious.
They’re unfilial and blasphemous.
They discount their birthgivers and raisers.
For mass love, we expound what matters,
If you think it good, go and carry it out.
This is what Mt. Sam’s emigrant divulged,
Not from those who contrive gibberish.
A dense scent on Buddhaland is released,
Why don’t we stay on but descend?
It is for our love of all men and women,
That we don’t mind doing the arduous.
Feigning rustic to call folks to be conscious,
As traders, we wake up the worldly,
That today there’re Buddha and Almighty,
Lest many should be conceited.
We incarnated in the Year of Earth Rabbit,
Sadly, folks kept hating Crazy and Mad.
If you know that we can aid, go ahead
, We never press on nor do we insist.
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