A man may read a million books
But lack wisdom all the same;
Friends, if we would be scholars,
Let us be scholars of the Name.
A man may count the stars of heaven
But miss true value all the same;
Friends, would you be a scholar?
Pray, be scholars of the Name.
Though we listen at the feet of great masters
And yet fail to hear all the same,
Friends, we must learn true scholarship,
Is scholarship of the Name.
When we throw our all on Amitabha,
And understand Self is lame,
And cry out Nianfo praises,
Friends, we are scholars of the Name.