Having taken refuge in Buddha,

You vowed to quit the dusty world.

May your insight torch illuminate the dark,

Don’t let yourself be a drunkard.

A minute drunk, your good root is far.

To fight evil spirits, early recite Amitabha.

In Master’s footsteps, go to the Buddha land,

The Long-Hoa Investiture, jolly attend.

The Holy Spirits on the Sa-Ba descend,

To screen for the good against the baddy.

If you keep being worldly,

Your soul will be bogged down muddy.

Your Master feels very distressful,

Listen up to the advice and be wakeful!

Shrewdly get rid of all your nemeses,

And you shall enter Heaven for sure.

Alas! The world is too miserable!

The gambling arena is deplorable.

Thus, too many become homeless,

Families and businesses crumble.

Wake up early and seek deliverance,

Keep the gambling in far distance.

If you lose, you will bear drudgery,

Debt-ridden and no way for clearance.

You’d rather:

Refuge taken, be a precept abider,

Keep calm and kindly help others.

Bac-Lieu, 6 March 1942 (Lunar)

20 April 1942 (Solar)