When soft breezes blowMyavati Mingyi U Sa
Rare fragrance spreads
From the saga flowers
Growing on the not far-off
Mountain of the Giant's Palace.
Dark becomes the horizon
Enveloping us from the south in gloom.
Melancholy assails my heart.
Oh, Rain God, do not cause us sorrow!
Do not cause us sorrow, Rain down and
All the eight directions will look gloomy.
And the rain will sadden us in many ways.
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The Most Rev. FRIEDRICH V. LUSTIG
Buddhist Archbishop of Latvia