Buddham saranam gacchami… (HD visuals: golden statue, lotus bloom, dawn light)

At 29, he rode away, Cut his hair, no more to stay. Six long years of fasting deep, Under Bodhi tree, no sleep.

In Kapilavastu, a prince so bright, Shielded from suffering, pain, and night. Three palaces of silk and gold, A story of luxury often told.

Oh, Siddhartha, why leave the throne? To seek a truth we’ve never known. Four sights he saw: old age, disease, A corpse, a monk at silent ease.

Mara’s arrows, doubts so vast, But he touched the earth – enlightenment at last! Now Buddha wakes for all to see, The path from suffering to being free.