Religion
Psalms of the Brethren CCXI: Tekicchakari
Translated by Mrs. C. A. F. Rhys Davids (1913) · From Psalms of the Early Buddhists II: Psalms of the Brethren (1913)
All harvested is now the rice, and threshed
The barley. Not a bite or sup I’ll get!
What shall I do?
Think on the Buddha! infinite the thought!
Thou thus in gladsome piety, thy frame
With rapture all suffused, shalt ever dwell Upon the heights.
Think on the Dhamma! . . .
Think on the Order! infinite the thought!
Thou thus in gladsome piety, thy frame
With rapture all suffused, shalt ever dwell Upon the heights.
Dost dwell beneath bare skies? Cold are these nights
And wintry now. See that thou perish not
With cold foredone. Get thee within thy lodge, Thy door well barred!
My heart transported shall reach out and touch
The Four Immeasurable Moods; thereby
Ever shall I in blissful ease abide.
Not mine foredone by cold to fail, who dwell Unmoved and calm.
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MLA
Theragatha, The Brethren of the. “Psalms of the Brethren CCXI: Tekicchakari.” Translated by Mrs. C. A. F. Rhys Davids. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/theragatha-brethren/210/.
Chicago
Theragatha, The Brethren of the. “Psalms of the Brethren CCXI: Tekicchakari.” Translated by Mrs. C. A. F. Rhys Davids. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/theragatha-brethren/210/.
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