Buddhist Burial – Funeral Service – My fatherland is where spring blooms, a gentle wind blows from the blue sky!

Prayer and Meditation

In the sea of life, sea of death, tired in both, my soul seeks the mountain on which all tide ebbs. The shadow of the bamboo in the moonlight wipes the dust off the steps all night long. Nothing has been wiped away! My heart is in the highlands, my heart is not here. The heart is in the highlands, in the wooded area. There I hunt the red deer, there I follow the deer, my heart is in the highlands, wherever I go. North, my highlands, farewell, I must move.

You cradle of all things strong and bold, but wherever I wander and wherever I am. My mind is always on the hills of the highlands. Farewell, you mountains with heads full of snow, you ravines, you valleys, you foaming seas, you forests, you cliffs, so gray and moss-covered. You torrents that angrily rage through rocks. My heart is in the highlands, my heart is not here. The heart is in the highlands, in the wooded area. There I hunt the deer, there I follow the deer, my heart is in the highlands wherever I go.

Buddhist Burial

Oh, what a song with sweet homeland sounds, what a chord full of happiness and pain. As if the nightingales were all singing, stirs my heart anew! Do you know the land where the lemons bloom? You nightingales, can I go with you! I am drawn to those mild breezes, as the bird is drawn to the May moon. To laurel groves, alas, to sun drifts!

My fatherland is where spring blooms, a gentle wind blows from the blue sky! My sense, my - gloom after home is standing! O enticing song, who is eloquent like you? The sailor returns happily to the still stream of distant islands, where he has harvested. I too would like to go home again. But what, like suffering, have I reaped? You lovely shores that brought me up, do you still the suffering of love? Oh! Will you, you forests of my childhood, give me peace once more when I come?