February 23, 2005
gitali 49
With those spotless hands, day and night,
You Yourself light this here light,
this here light.
Here is the dawn, here is the sky,
Here is the floral display of worship;
It is so pure, so pleasant, so excellent -
this light, this light.
In the heart of the dark cloud
You Yourself awaken and light
this here light, this here light.
Here is the rainstorm lit by lightning,
Here is the fiery garland of sorrow,
Here is freedom, here is brightness,
here is weal -
Here is light, here is light.
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