Illustration: Van Nguyen
When I look at the black mud
Did you see the lotus flowers bloom?
When I look at the white lotus flower in the deep red
Have you seen how the mud has turned into lotus flowers?
When you look at the dewdrop at night, do you see the teardrop of the lotus?
In the fragrant air, I hear the sigh of Buddha.
Spanning across the sky and earth
Crossing through the ocean of suffering in this world.
Flowers! Buddha! People! Help each other through!
He loves the withered lotus petals, he loves the blooming lotus!
Like loving life's joys, sorrows, and suffering.
In my eyes, you are as graceful as a lotus flower.
Lotus emerges from the black mud.
Radiant with beauty and fragrance…
The lotus petals are delicate and pure.
Dreaming of your lips!
Your lips nurture dreams of lotus flowers.
Where joy and sorrow blossom into peace.
Where life's bitter and sweet moments are intertwined, like lotuses bathed in the love of humanity and the love of heaven and earth.
From the depths of the lotus blossoms, a song rises…
Source: https://thanhnien.vn/giac-mo-sen-tho-cua-nam-thanh-185260627175901807.htm
