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The branches of trees
Sway in the wind.
My mind moves
Clearer than moonlight.
Although I’ve left for the northern Khangai,
My mind remains behind.
Soaked will I be in mockery
For years to come.
Kindness and ancient true prayers
Have brought me benevolence.
Without delusion, all the days of my lives,
May I enjoy them both.
May I live
In the air of peaceful joy.
In the shade of a colorful bloom
May my loving mind be pacified.