The Prayer

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In the valley of Kazhi,
A cypress tree has overgrown.
And a nightingale has taken shelter on it.
But because of the harsh, altering seasons
The cypress has fallen from its root.
And the storm has driven the nightingale away.
Now, let not the cypress be fallen.
And nightingale be driven by the storm.
By taking refuge in the Triple Gem,
And with pure fidelity
You and I, the destined lovers
Shall not be parted.

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