beggar children make
offerings of mud pies–
Buddha bows
(Revision 2)
beggar children make
offerings of mud pies–
Buddha bows
(Revision 2)
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The story is that two beggar boys offered a mud pie to the Buddha. Impressed with their sincerity, he caused them to be reborn as King Ashoka and his consort (go figure). Notice that the first two adhere to the 5-7-5 syllable pattern and then I went American style.
1. (5-7-5)
beggar children bow
offer mud pies to Buddha
bows back in reverence
2. (5-7-5)
beggar children bow
offer mud pies to Buddha
who bows back lowly
3.
beggar children make
offerings of mud pies–
the Buddha bows back
4.
beggar children make
offerings of mud pies–
Buddha bows