2022-09-07, 03:58 PM
Un poème écrit par Robert Burns pour mon cher frère lors de la perte de son père. 
Epitaph on a Friend
By: Robert Burns
An honest man here lies at rest,
The friend of man, the friend of truth;
The friend of age, and guide of youth:
Few hearts like his, with virtue warm’d,
Few heads with knowledge so inform’d:
If there’s another world, he lives in bliss;
If there is none, he made the best of this.
Epitaph on a Friend
By: Robert Burns
An honest man here lies at rest,
The friend of man, the friend of truth;
The friend of age, and guide of youth:
Few hearts like his, with virtue warm’d,
Few heads with knowledge so inform’d:
If there’s another world, he lives in bliss;
If there is none, he made the best of this.
Kiếp luân hồi có sinh có diệt
Đời vô thường giả tạm hư không
Ngũ uẩn: “Sắc bất dị không”
An nhiên tự tại cho lòng thảnh thơi.
-CT-
願得一心人,
白頭不相離.
Đời vô thường giả tạm hư không
Ngũ uẩn: “Sắc bất dị không”
An nhiên tự tại cho lòng thảnh thơi.
-CT-
願得一心人,
白頭不相離.