Classic Poem

Take apart your cassock and make a coat,
unstring your rosary to make a donkey's crupper.
After ten years of studying
the realm of sakyamuni,
the Pure Land of bliss,
the bodhisattva Sound Observer,
and " I put my faith in Amitabha, "
now you go away.
At night in a nun's bosom,
you've no time to invoke the Buddha!