In Edmund White's 'Our Young Man'
I am put out, vexed,
by his 'Nam-myoho-renge-kyo'.
I heard it countless times
when I was around 23 -
I shared house with a devotee.
I can still hear its echo;
but it is 'Namyo-horen-gekyo'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem