THE FLAME OF COMPASSION.

 

Fire, fire faint lotus,
eight nine the bare flesh is the heart of poetry, both knelt down
two light ray brimming
pearl of the East-West blurs
palms welcome the rising sun a
yellow light exposure the MOT is illuminated, offering up
Oh! Today the sky is truly the
time is now magnificent zodiac
numerous blocks angrily opened eyes
at each other: the vast brotherhood
Homage to Amida Buddha
Ganga Where other by sand?
Trade beings damnation sea ​​of misery
The soil turns dark wipe
out sitting enter step on the west
end of the fire call on da bone oddity
Buddhism never left hand ...
Six falls somewhere reincarnation
of the same holding my breath Bring
sob on each wheel span
I turned the air, floating wind burst into tears
... The super promotion from this storm settled
over nine shadowy clouds
Human cool space Bodhi tree.
Jade or stone, the statue did not need anyone carved
silk or bamboo, which makes pens who write
for the passenger: a collection of natural marvels
in bright strokes invisible compassion.
Then ... well ... I also spend tomorrow?
Jade stones and ash, bamboo silk gradually decayed
with time, pears blood through travel
but also sales, heart also Bodhisattva
aura Flush down place A spleen
suspension of flame Oh ...
World bewildered moment three thousand
realms from ignorance
bliss Direction of
Rhyme is the poet only straw waste
and also prayer is just rubbish straw
Poetry burning up by the prayers of
humanity pleads for peace
before the sustainability of this brotherhood
heard sobbing from Earth
Mong-being of Western achievements
Namo Buddha Sakyamuni,
the same kind we tears holding hands
love the nine-storey tower building.END=VIETNAMESE TRANSLATE ENGLISH BY BACH LIEN HOA.( TAM THANH ).MHDT.4/6/2012.NAM MO SHAKYAMUNI BUDDHA.( 3 TIME ).