Religion
Psalms of the Brethren CLIII: Upavana
Translated by Mrs. C. A. F. Rhys Davids (1913) · From Psalms of the Early Buddhists II: Psalms of the Brethren (1913)
The Arahant, the Well-Come of all men,
The Holy Sage, he suffereth sore with wind.
If there be any water heated here,
O give it to me, brahmin, for the Sage.
Revered by them to whom we reverence owe,
Cherished by them who claim our pious care,
Honoured by them to whom honour is due,
For Him I do beseech it may be brought.
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MLA
Theragatha, The Brethren of the. “Psalms of the Brethren CLIII: Upavana.” Translated by Mrs. C. A. F. Rhys Davids. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/theragatha-brethren/152/.
Chicago
Theragatha, The Brethren of the. “Psalms of the Brethren CLIII: Upavana.” Translated by Mrs. C. A. F. Rhys Davids. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/theragatha-brethren/152/.
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