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Sujatha Hettiatachchi
Victor Wee

Wesak dawn has paced in softly,
Tip-toed thro’s the moonlit night,
Breathed the flowers and incense smoking.
Laughed thro’ bars of purple light.

Bids you now to woken gently,
Lift your troubled eyes of sleep,
Tend’s ring thoughts of homage holy,
Cross Samsara’s ocean deep.

To the one who taught the Dharma,
Of the Noble Eightfold Way,
To the Buddha, dearest sister,
Lift your tender mind today!