In Transit Poem by Sanji Rangsha

Oh, the burden that I have to carry—
Feels like it'd be better to bury.
This heavy luggage on my shoulder—
With it, I doubt I'll cross the border.

But I know I'm just a passing wanderer,
These portmanteaus I won't carry much longer.
I suffer now, but only in transit—
I won't stay forever; I'm meant to proceed.

My home is far beyond this land,
Where sin can never make a stand.
He waits for me with arms wide open—
And there I'll rest, forever chosen.

- Sanji Rangsha