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· Passing the Tribulation
At the wind springs up— sighing, I know. Ill-starred mandarin ducks, turning from the Hall of Rebirth. Lingering on the bank of the , fireflies flickering here and there, the Buddhist chant a din—a hundred years, lonely and far.
The six paths of rebirth: spurring the horse through dark and perilous ways. Wading on through a red rain, dense as a forest, the fire-crows dim and wan. Beyond all this, the 's fragrance drifts long.
Glosses—
梵呗 [fàn bài]: in Buddhism, the sound of singing and hymns of praise performed at a rite;
Wading on: to walk along steeped in (muddy water);
Fire-crows: crows of legend that can carry fire in their beaks.
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