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SÁCH AMAZON


Mua bản sách in

Oh ho!
The cruel dream of the red dust
Who in this world has not died?
Since ancient times.
Today at the Buddha altar
I pray for salvation.
Thousands of bones have rotted for many generations
Thousands of souls have wandered for many lifetimes.
Born and then die,
Only those who remain are lost
Human life must be entangled in impermanence
How can this mortal life escape this temporary state?
In a ruined mound or a cold temple
In a ruined castle or deep forest
Or in a high mountain bush
Or in a desolate field.
Old, young, and women die tragically and sadly
Elders, young, men, and children die young and prematurely.
Because of love, because of debt, because of resentment, because of gratitude, because of lust.
Because of karma, because of cause, because of fate, because of greed and anger.
The moment I close my eyes and leave this world
I will know The fate that must be paid.
The cruel cycle of reincarnation revolves
The chains of suffering and suffering continue to sink and sink
The soul is uncertain, sinking and floating
The soul is confused and confused.
Day after day, drifting in the mundane world
Night after night, wandering in an illusory dream.
For many times, I have heard the temple bells ringing loudly
Feeling the Dharma sound resounding loudly.
The clouds of ignorance are now lifted
I have just realized my past karma and past karma
Hearing the Dharma preaching, my doubts are resolved
Seeing the Dharma hall, my hatred is immediately cleared.
Sutra after sutra reveals the wonderful sound
Verse after verse clearly explains the mysterious meaning
The incense is burned in the three times, the wonderful truth
The pestle and bell resonate, the five aggregates are all empty.
The soul follows the profound realm
Bowing under the Buddha's compassionate altar.
Linh Son Tu (*), a vast Zen monastery
Quickly return here, all the souls spirit.
Since then, I sincerely repent
Morning and night, I linger around the temple porch
Longing to hear the chanting of Nam Mo.
The sound of the wooden fish and the wooden fish dispels all delusion
Each great ceremony makes my heart more determined
With a single mind, I take refuge in Buddha, Dharma, and Sangha.
I vow to end all delusion and dedicate my whole heart
I vow to follow the path of rebirth in the Pure Land
Now I know that this world is a sea of suffering
I know that birth and death are impermanent
Relying on the power of the Dharma without a door
I gather here to practice the repentance Dharma.
How wonderful! Goodness!
Now the Mid-Autumn Festival has come in time to the altar
Before the Buddha altar, a radiant light shines
For the sake of all the souls, a ceremony is held
Giving the priceless offering of the nectar of the Dharma.
Relying on the mysterious path, reciting the Rebirth Mantra.
Praying for all the souls
To be reborn and free from suffering.
Namo Amitabha Buddha, the Guide to the Path!

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