Though his feet leave their imprints in my footsteps And his hands carry my belongings If his mind is diseased He is far from me But he who is free of all temptation And his mind is pure and peaceful He is always with me Though he be a thousand miles away And you who are my homeless brother Joy will be your arrow of direction And the world is the path That leads to my home This home where there is no suffering Is indeed most peaceful and happy When a breeze moves through the leaves Twisting them from emerald to silver I will be the sound
Though his feet leave their imprints in my footsteps And his hands carry my belongings If his mind is diseased He is far from me But he who is free of all temptation And his mind is pure and peaceful He is always with me Though he be a thousand miles away And you who are my homeless brother Joy will be your arrow of direction And the world is the path That leads to my home This home where there is no suffering Is indeed most peaceful and happy When a breeze moves through the leaves Twisting them from emerald to silver I will be the sound
