In the weeks that followed, the mantra’s printed PDF circulated quietly: a teacher’s classroom, a fisherman’s boat, a migrant worker’s small tin room in the city. Each reader added a new margin note, a small adaptation for different lives — a line about reciting before exams, another about reciting when planting paddy. The chant traveled as gently as a boat on a backwater, binding people not just to words but to a shared cadence of hope.