Chant of Wisdom

Chant on,

Monks of the Wisdom Bliss, Chant on!

My inner being dances

To the music of thy voices

Murmuring the immortal language.

I bring garlands to thy Master's feet,

And bend low in praise to thee, His selfless messengers.

The soundless music of thy thoughts,

And the drum beats of thy measured disciplines

Have caught my wandering uncertain feet

And set them on the Path.

For this I give my praise!

Chant on,

Oh, Monks of Ageless Wisdom, Chant on!