Psalms of the Brethren CLXXXVII: Bhagu

Foredone by drowth I gat me from my cell
For exercise, and climbed the terrace-steps,
And fell thereby all drowsy to the earth.

Chafing my limbs, once more I mounted up;
And while on terrace to and fro I went,
Within ’twas all alert, composed, intent.

Thereat arose in me the deeper thought:
Attention to the fact and to the cause. . . .
The misery of it all was manifest;
Distaste, indifference the mind possessed;

And so my heart was set at liberty.
O see the seemly order of the Norm!
The Threefold Wisdom have I made my own,
And all the Buddha bids me do is done.