At first sight, what  strikes him in public?

It is an old man who walks leaning on a stick.

At a glance, he feels very agitated,

The second time he sees a person who is sick.

His heart withers contemplating the world,

Which is as volatile as a transit port,

The third time, as his coach leaves the gate,

He witnesses a dead man on carriage.

Back to the palace, he is very broody.

He has ever set his mind on getting free.

The fourth time he just gone for a promenade,

He comes across a person who looks sedate.

The Heaven might have sent an augur,

Through a pretending monk as a reminder.

He knows that this is his responsibility,

He must leave home to seek the Tao quickly.

He hastens back to his regal estate,

And begs the father to let him quit the lay taste.

The King bursts into tears and laments:

“Who am I going to lean on as an old man,

So I advise you to stay back in our palace.

Succeed first. And to practice won’t be late.”

The prince’s resolve is not easy to shake.

At midnight, he sneaks into the forest,

Leaving his father, beautiful wife and cute child,

He is ready to expose himself to the wild.

Then, he has just reached the age of nineteen,

To practice with a great courage, he is so keen.

After so much hardship that has transpired,

At the river of Nie Lian Chuan he arrived.

Liking fauna and flora, He meditated,

And He spent six years there as an ascetic.

Satan disturbed Him when nearly enlightened,

The Lord used His magic to have It flattened.

Then He achieved full self-illumination,

And he rolled out his public salvage mission.

When He has looked up the Buddhahood seed,

He thought that all living beings had what He did.

As they were prone to darkness and fallacy,

They whirled in the Saba’s cycle of misery.

For people’s sake, He preached the Pureland Way,

To guide all the sentient beings, fairy or lay.

If anyone tries to do all things as a faithful man,

Recite well and seek rebirth in the Buddha land,

The whole universe and all creatures,

Whether they are Fairies, Men, Animals, Specters,

As long as they fully commit to the practice,

They will take refuge in the haven of auspice.

Only within one life of Westerly devotion,

They’ll no longer suffer from reincarnation .

See the wordling who suffer from displacement,

The whole world from endless predicaments.

May we repeat the Buddha’s tender appeal,

Saba suffers, Saba suffers a great deal.

How many have thouroughly examined it,

Pure Land is happy, Pure Land joyful and placid.

The site is serene and filled with lotus scent,

The bliss is perfect and hardly imagined.

On our part, we see the Tao as our endeavor,

Even though our knowledge and skills are mediocre.

From ancient words, we collate a few pages,

For you to probe when you are not engaged.

Get rid of ignorance and acrimony,

Keep Amitabha prayers and honesty.

Often cultivate sublime inclinations,

So you don’t feel shame as Buddhist scions.

Lord Shakyamuni used to teach as follow:

The Saba world suffers eight types of sorrow.

As the sentient being carries their body,

The first class is based on Birth category.

In her mother’s belly, the babe bends up,

As though it were put in prison and locked up.

When her mother is sick, it loses blood and shrinks,

When her mother starves, it appears to cling .

We outline a few painful and miserable things,

When her mother is full, it feels tough crowdings.

When it is born, the pain is excruciating,

It cries as it tastes the flavors of the world,

We mention the Aging hardship as follows.

Having traveled from childhood to maturity,

Its strength is used up, giving way to its frailty.

Its teeth fall one by one and its legs are tired,

The supports for standing and walking are required.

Ponder if you would feel a lot of discomfort,

The Third stage is the sicknesses that distort.

It persists in torturing your dirty body,

It is ‘cause the weather changes abruptly.

And ‘cause your diet has been in disorder,