Not a temple of my land had helped me live.

But alas that day

When I let my soul be christened!

Namu Amida Butsu, O forgive!

For the Christ they gave me

As the only Law and Lotus,

As the only way to Light that will not wane,

May perchance have power

For the people of the West,

But to me he seemed the servitor of pain.

For in pain he perished

As one born to passion:

In some other life no doubt his sin was great,

Tho they told me no,

Those who followed him and cherished.

Namu Amida Butsu, such is fate.

[Pg 9]

So again to idols

Of the Buddha who is boundless,

While the temple drum is beating thro the rain,

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