Picking lilies by the road
I forgot my begging bowl.
How sad you must be
My poor little bowl!
I forgot my bowl again!
Please nobody pick it up,
My lonely little bowl.
My bowl is fragrant from
The bread of a thousand homes;
My heart has renounced
The sovereignty of riches and worldly fame.
Quietly cherishing the memories of Christ,
I walk to the village for
Another day of begging.
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