Psalms of the Brethren CXC: Jambuka

For five and fifty years covered with dust
And dirt, eating a dinner once a month,
And pulling out my hair from head and face,

On one leg would I stand, I used no couch,
Dry dung I ate, nor would accept when bid.

So wrought I actions leading to much woe
And ruin, swept along by mighty flood,
Till I a refuge in the Buddha found: —

O see how to that Refuge I am come!
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.