The full moon rises, a silver, silent crest,
To bring the weary world a moment's rest.
Beneath the Bodhi tree, so long ago,
A prince found truths that only spirits know.
The scent of incense drifts upon the air,
A whispered breath of meditative prayer.
With lotus petals floating on the stream,
As soft as any weaver's golden dream.
No drums of war, no shadows of the night,
Can dim the glow of this eternal light.
For "Om Mani Padme Hum" begins to rise,
Like stars reflected in the quiet eyes.
The golden statues smile with ancient grace,
Reflecting peace upon the human face.
To give is better than to ever take,
To heal the hearts that suffer and that ache.
From Lumbini to the hills of Chattogram,
The world is hushed within a holy calm.
To walk the path of kindness and of truth,
From elderly to the youngest, blooming youth.
Each flickering candle is a soul's desire,
To quench the heat of every worldly fire.
A night of wisdom, pure and bright and wide,
With Buddha's peace as our eternal guide.