By Brother Initiate Low Chip Khoon, Singapore
(Originally In English)

When you go to the abode of the Master,
Flowers shower over you,
The scent of fragrance fills the temple,
The heart is opened and a smile appears.

When you go to the abode of the Master,
Dispenser of wine, Gives out the nectar.
One sip, my friend,
And you will be hopelessly intoxicated.
Completely lost, you are contented.

When you go to the abode of the Master,
The scriptures are forgotten, The seriousness gone;
Waves upon waves of laughter, Wash over you;
Back to the state of a child, You are ushered.

Many beautiful things happen,
Many fond memories are found,
Many wondrous teachings heard,
Many great performances seen,
When you go To the abode of the Master!