On soft pile of green velvet

Clear in the rice-coine morning air

So it was when I passed here

fifty-two years ago, so it is now

a new waiting reflects the cool sun

some components have been changed

fifty years more may pass while it stands there

I will be lucky if I get five

all composite things are transient

let me use that share of years

to tread the Path which Buddha laid

and be heedful of His words:

be mindful

Win Pe