Religion
Psalms of the Brethren CLXIV: Mogharajan
Translated by Mrs. C. A. F. Rhys Davids (1913) · From Psalms of the Early Buddhists II: Psalms of the Brethren (1913)
Well, Mogharajan, thou skin-sufferer,
Thou blest of heart and constantly serene,
Cometh the time when winter nights are cold,
And thou a brother poor — how wilt thou fare?
Rich are the cornfields of the Magadhese,
And thriving, every one, I’ve heard it said.
My little straw-built canopy doth please
Better than others’ way of finding ease.
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MLA
Theragatha, The Brethren of the. “Psalms of the Brethren CLXIV: Mogharajan.” Translated by Mrs. C. A. F. Rhys Davids. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/theragatha-brethren/163/.
Chicago
Theragatha, The Brethren of the. “Psalms of the Brethren CLXIV: Mogharajan.” Translated by Mrs. C. A. F. Rhys Davids. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/theragatha-brethren/163/.
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