In the forest dense and wild
Providing shade for fierce and mild,
Beloved by both man and child,
The Holy Bodhi Stands.
In the city’s sun-browned heart
Where the highways meet and part,
Beneath whose shade the sparrows dart
The Holy Bodhi stands.
Down the river’s fertile shore
Where young meet for Dhamma’s lore
Enshrined within a pilgrim door,
The Holy Bodhi stands.
Years by thousands have gone by
Since that Indian Prince did sigh,
And where became The Buddha high,
The Holiest Bodhi stands!
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