(For my Father) Heng Yin
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II. (the eight sufferings:)
Birth and death blues, make you feel so bad;
Sickness and old age, don’t exactly make you glad.
Love and hate: meet and separate, it’s enough to drive you mad.
And the five heaps are yours for keeps—the worst burn you’ve ever had.
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Verse 1.
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III. (the three sufferings:)
Suffering in suffering—busted no one goes your bail.
Suffering then when decay sets in and all your pretty plans start to fail.
The process of suffering—the body totters that was hearty and hale.
Three, eight, and limitless sufferings:
I’d never finish if I spoke in detail.
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Verse 1.