The Bodhisattva (Song)

Let me a pure white lotus be Unfolding in Samsara’s stream, Let all the gloom of misery Be gathered in my lotus dream; Let each dew drop that studded lie On each white radiant fold, Reflect the mercy of the law That turns death’s bliss to gold. Let every wave that tumbles down, Their curled slim of wrath, repair To lotus roots of dusky brown, In my compassion’s bounty share; Let every sparks of vengeance rowed Round lotus stalks entwine. And greed and lies transformed by love In lotus heart enshrine. When each life drop has sped away Across my pure white lily door When I have drained all sorrow may I speed to deck that lustless floor. Let every petal softly fold, In summer’s golden shine Retreat to claim the splendid prize Nirvana’s joy last Mine!