Nothing of Samsara Matters

in this inconceivably vast world
with innumerable gigantic galaxies,
where we are unfathomably tiny,
being less than a grain of sand in the sea --
nothing of Samsara matters, my friend.
nothing at all.

in this unpredictably changing life
with sicknesses, losses, deaths as certainty,
where millions are quickly replaced by millions
being the matter of the same routine --
nothing of Samsara matters, my friend.
nothing at all.

in this incomprehensibly great illusion
with all its phantoms, misconceptions and dreams,
where we never see what really is
being limited by body, senses and mind --
nothing of Samsara matters, my friend.
nothing at all.

in this meaningless samsaric existence
with suffering and impermanence as its essence,
where entrusting to Amitabha and reciting His Name,
being the only worthy things, and besides --
nothing of Samsara matters, my friend.
nothing at all.