The Feast of Lanterns
’Tis the evening
The honored spirits of the dead
Come to call,
And all the length of the street,
The lotus lanterns are lighted.
Just as the Welcome Fire for the dead
Was lighted by the gate,
Alas! the rain came down
And put it out.
Elegy on My Child
Over the dark and weary way,
O Buddhas of the Three Spheres,
Pray, watch over my child,
One so young and sinless,
That nought may harm him!
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