Lyrics of monk by Hu Yanbin

A broken Temple deep in the jungle

No concern for pilgrims

A monk is lonely

Isolated from the rest of the world

Wearing patched monk's clothes

The cold wind blows through the rags

A watchdog is skinny

Three meals a day to eat grass based

The gods in the temple are broken and mottled

Still pose and stare

The curtain in front of the shrine

There are huge black pearls

The monk is not supervised

Still chanting sutras and praising Buddha

It's all up to you to plough and hoe

I don't dare to catch the prey that can be used as meat dishes

Getting up late looks busy

Work hard, never know hard

Once in a while, I come here to stop on my way

Fasting is waiting and the way down the mountain is indicated

If it's a young benefactor

Scared the monk to recite Amitabha

Year after year, the monk becomes old

Having Buddha in your heart, doing good is just a mantle

How can we turn a blind eye to helping young scholars

The wealth of the powerful is something outside of the body

The way to improve one's health

Having Buddha in your heart, doing good is just a mantle

Lonely, quiet and refined

Tea light food rough wear intestines are dirty

Painstaking efforts to become a Buddha in the afterlife

A broken Temple deep in the jungle

No concern for pilgrims

A monk is lonely

Isolated from the rest of the world

Wearing patched monk's clothes

The cold wind blows through the rags

A watchdog is skinny

Three meals a day to eat grass based

The gods in the temple are broken and mottled

Still pose and stare

The curtain in front of the shrine

There are huge black pearls

The monk is not supervised

Still chanting sutras and praising Buddha

It's all up to you to plough and hoe

I'm afraid I can't make meat for my prey

Getting up early and going to bed late seems busy

Work hard, never know hard

Once in a while, I come here to stop on my way

Fasting is waiting and the way down the mountain is indicated

If it's a young benefactor

Scared the monk to recite Amitabha

Year after year, the monk becomes old

Having Buddha in your heart, doing good is just a mantle

How can we turn a blind eye to helping young scholars

The wealth of the powerful is something outside of the body

The way to improve one's health

Having Buddha in your heart, doing good is just a mantle

Lonely, quiet and refined

Tea light food rough wear intestines are dirty

Painstaking efforts to become a Buddha in the afterlife

amitabha......