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Along the roads marked out by golden cords,
jeweled music and jeweled trees number in the thousands of millions.
Deva boys scatter flowers and perfumes;
bodhisattvas from other lands gather like clouds,
immeasurable and boundless, beyond calculation;
bowing to Amitābha, they stand in reverence.
Wind-bells and the sounds of trees pervade empty space,
praising the Three Honoured Ones without end.