They stand at doorposts returning to their old homes
Long forgotten when fine meals are laid out
The fruits of their karma being borne out
But who sympathizes with departed relatives
Timely offering of wholesome food gives:
"For our ancestors may this be!
May they be well and happy!"
Assembled from the village and town,
With gratitude exclaim "Well done!"
Who provide the gain we've won!
We have been remembered, honored
And donors also gain a great reward!"
From whence they hail there is no harvesting
They subsist on what is offered here,
These hungry ghosts who now live in fear
Flows below until the valley fills,
Just so what is donated to the dead
Goes when offered to their benefit instead
As rivers full of water fill the ocean full,
Even so these donations pool
And benefit departed recipients
My kith, my kin, companions, friends!" --
When grateful one reflects on the past
Benefits those who came and went
Yet well-placed is an offering to the saffron-wreathed,
Which long serves to benefit the deceased
Greatly honored they we call our own
And the Order has been given strength
No small merit for what is spent