霊塔の灯明 Light of the Stupa
静けき山の石の祠（ほこら）
ひとしずく 慈悲はしみわたる
夢に映る 金の声
風は語る いのちの名を
燃ゆる灯よ シャカのいのち
骨は今も 願いを聴く
闇のなかで 誰かを抱き
光となれ 霊塔の空へ
Silent stone, the shrine in the hill
A drop of mercy, softly distilled
In dreams I hear the golden voice
The wind speaks names with quiet choice
O burning light, O life of Shakyamuni
His bones still listen, holding our plea
In the dark, He gathers the lost
Becoming light, in the stupa aloft
