I have turned from treason

Into Meditation's truth,

From the strife the Western god regards as gain.

And if now I'm dying

As the voices tell me,

To the lives that I must live I'll meekly go;

Till my long grief ends

In Nirvana, and my sighing.

Namu Amida Butsu, be it so!

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[Pg 10]

LOVE IN JAPAN

I

Dragon-fly lighting

On the temple-bell,

Whose soul do you hear

On the Day of the Dead?

The soul of my lover?

Ah me, the plighting

Between two hearts

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