Though the mountains are worn to dust
And the oceans turn to desert,
Amitabha’s life and light shall remain undiminished.
He is the constant when all things change,
The last and greatest Lamp when the stars fade;
His life shall flourish in the midst of death,
And His merit shall never be exhausted.
His Vow is fixed, His compassion sure,
His Pure Land fixed and founded in the far Western quarter.
From where His light shines, guiding all beings
To His shore.