Religion
Psalms of the Brethren CXXIV: Gangatiriya
Translated by Mrs. C. A. F. Rhys Davids (1913) · From Psalms of the Early Buddhists II: Psalms of the Brethren (1913)
On Ganga’s shore three palm-tree leaves I took
And made my hut; my bowl like funeral pot
Wherewith men sprinkle milk upon a corpse;
My cloak from refuse of the dust-heap culled.
Two years, from one rain-season till the next,
I [there abode], nor spake a word save once.
So till the third year passed— then the long night
Of gloom asunder burst [and broke in light].
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MLA
Theragatha, The Brethren of the. “Psalms of the Brethren CXXIV: Gangatiriya.” Translated by Mrs. C. A. F. Rhys Davids. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/theragatha-brethren/123/.
Chicago
Theragatha, The Brethren of the. “Psalms of the Brethren CXXIV: Gangatiriya.” Translated by Mrs. C. A. F. Rhys Davids. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/theragatha-brethren/123/.
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