Why must they all lie?
Why must they deny?
The words that He had said,
And the Eightfold Way.
Why do they close their minds
And choose to be so blind?
Thro’s birth, and death and change,
Round they will go again.
Round and round they’ll go again,
Round they’ll go again.
Down and down they’re burnt in flames,
Down they’ll go in pain.
Why do they deafen their ears?
Why do they not hear?
The words of love and peace,
From the Master’s seat.
Why have they blinded their eyes
Dukka, Anicca, Anatta,
Tho’s every life knows pain;
He who faithfully walks the Path
Will not look for help in vain.
The law of the Tathagatha
Forever will light the way;
It is our moon to shine by night,
Our sun to illume the day.
In lord Buddha we take our refuge,
His Law of Good our guide,
To pilot us as we toss and drift
On being’s remorseless tide.
With the Dharma’s light to steer by
Some day we’ll fear rocks no more,
But, merit won, each will moor his barge,
On Nirvana’s changeless shore
