Religion
Psalms of the Brethren CLXVII: Anupama
Translated by Mrs. C. A. F. Rhys Davids (1913) · From Psalms of the Early Buddhists II: Psalms of the Brethren (1913)
O heart! gone gadding after things that please,
O thou that shapest many a shaft of doom,
There and there only dost thou ever tend
Where block and stake rise at the bitter end.
I call thee, heart, the breaker of my luck!
I call thee, heart, despoiler of my lot!
Lo! He whom many an age thou couldst not find,
The Master now is come — suffer it not
That I to wreck and ruin be consigned.
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MLA
Theragatha, The Brethren of the. “Psalms of the Brethren CLXVII: Anupama.” Translated by Mrs. C. A. F. Rhys Davids. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/theragatha-brethren/166/.
Chicago
Theragatha, The Brethren of the. “Psalms of the Brethren CLXVII: Anupama.” Translated by Mrs. C. A. F. Rhys Davids. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/theragatha-brethren/166/.
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