The Emperor and Buddha are ubiquitous,

As true believers, you may survive the pandemic.

Manjusri Bodhisattva is very caring,

Using the Prajna Boat to salvage the drowning.

Which has glided with a full-blown royal sail,

To pick up the practicers who enjoy their hail.

Those who I taught have not practiced my lesson,

Don’t blame me later for losing my adoration.

Heretics are adept at showing off talents,

Once they call, Earth and Heaven are obeisant.

I warn you so you can be well prepared,

Drop these cults for your life to be spared.

They have been manipulative in myriad ways,

That mesmerize you under their multiple sways.

Turning beans into soldiers is where they are wise,

If you believe in this, you will later incur a demise.

Now, no matter who the people are there for,

They must not use worldly things nor the color.

Then I openly say for you to understand,

In this right way, your glory is not sought in vain.

The Terrestrial Fairies have complex miracles,

By their flying daggers, the sentients are dazzled.

Buddha orders gods to return all their powers,

To save the world once from its horrid dangers.

Rebels will put a siege from four corners,

I cannot tell all about future disasters.

On one hand, ferocious animals are in droves,

On the other, all days long the fights are never over.

Then the muggers will fall prey to cruel beasts,

So that they pay for their former bad deeds.

Now you pick and choose where to commit,

Why won’t you secure a later rain proof unit?

The scrupulous will be again at one by then,

King and subjects will fete for days on end.

We will not rejoice till this present,

Seeing the Jade Emperor’s mid-air judgement.

As Heaven’s King opens palaces,

So does Earth’s King open His Hell stories.

The Ten Hell gates look terrifying,

For laity to know if they are being.

Human’s King will, based on justice,

Co-punish those who have malice.

This is the time you enjoy your great grace,

The Three Kings’ return means the Golden Age.

My people! Never let your faith be worn out,

Being persistent you will hear music from the cloud.

The thugs will die scattering bodies all around,

Looking at this, I break my heart for then and now.

Those who survive the apocalypse,

Will be welcome to the Splendid Palace.

Now there are people who make fun of Me,

I put up with their critique that I am silly.

You, the earthling, should give up your greed,

Neither gamble nor commit a bad deed.

It should be wiser to see the Great Gathering,

Greet Buddha and Saints that will be visiting.

Do not be close to prostitutes and swindlers,

Wait to see the Chin range that is disturbed.

Although you are very poor, resort to frugality,

Firm Amitabha recital will set you free.

Don’t follow your old habits being impulsive,

Stealing fowls make your neighbors grieve.

I also composed poems in my old days,

But on which few folks’ eyes have been laid.

I will preach to the world to full satisfaction,

Emphasizing the lay and non-lay distinction.

The actual operas have nothing special now,

They by no means match Buddha’s later show.

Those theatrical demonstrations are too old,

You waste money, stay hungry, and tend to doze.

Dancing to and fro is really disconcerting,

Playing romances, they add crumples to the living.

At the Lower Age , one’s psyche is changeable,

Here comes the world’s Doomsday so horrible.

Try to listen to the teachings of your Master,

As you will hardly find Him in the disaster.

The Western Land where I reside is not near,

Thus, I’ve told you everything you need to hear.

Neither desire a personal luxury,

Nor waste money for your silk and tiffany.

Down here I persistently preach to the people,

Until my word has become part of their kernel.

There are rishaws and motorbicycles today,

As were prophesied under the Le Dynasty.

That, on the Years of Dragon, Snake, Horse and Goat,

Heaps of cadavers were laid over the globe.

Trang Trinh passed down the Oracle omens,

People must now understand what the Lord meant.

The good people have the duties of the brave man,

Quickly wake up in search for the Heaven Plan.

The lamp is flickering,

What chance are you awaiting?

From the sky there appears the Polaris Star,

That radiates its immense halo very far!

Loving the people makes me lose my composure,

My stomach churns, my heart under pressure.

The trees vibrate when storms are blowing over,

Does fear set in when rebels are over the border?

The Western world uses violence,

Their aggressiveness cause bloody turbulence.

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