Ask the wind,
Why depart so swiftly?
It says,
No attachments to hold.
Ask the rain,
Why fall in such haste?
It replies,
No attachments to hold.
Let the wind accompany the rain,
The rain follow the wind,
No attachments to hold.
No attachments to hold,
Like a broken string of a lute,
A melody of sorrow out of tune,
A line of desolate tears.
Reconnect the string,
Play the melody,
Wipe away the tears.
Sing high, rejoice,
Let us
Forever hold onto the world,
No more sorrow,
No more confusion,
No more desolation,
No more lack of attachments.
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