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Sujatha Hettiarachchi

I fold my palms to worship Him,
And meditate thro’s love,
I place the blossoms one by one,
And lift my eyes above.

I see Samsara‘s mighty vast
And sorrow’s yearning fate,
But thro’s the law the Dharma’s taught
I sense a pathway great;

“Oh may that Noble Eightfold way
Be sense by you and me,
For on this Holy Wesak Day,
‘Tis my true gift to thee!”