Many pink-cheeked girls abandon the world.
Many vain spouses break their marriage vows.
But women go forth, leaning on the Bodhisattva’s staff,
Clutching Buddha’s rosary, telling the beads,
Hoping to raise sails to shores of Enlightenment,
Afraid of huge waves that might shatter halyards.
Whoever is lucky enough to become a nun
Must hold on dearly in order to succeed.