Religion
Psalms of the Brethren XLIII: Sumangala
Translated by Mrs. C. A. F. Rhys Davids (1913) · From Psalms of the Early Buddhists II: Psalms of the Brethren (1913)
Well rid, well rid, O excellently rid
Am I from these three crooked tasks and tools,
Rid o’ my reaping with your sickles, rid
Of trudging after ploughs, and rids my back
Of bending o’er these wretched little spades.
Though they he ever here, ay, ever here,
Enough of them, I say, for me, enough!
Go meditate, Sumangala, ay, go
And meditate, Sumangala, and bide
Earnest and diligent, Sumangala!
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MLA
Theragatha, The Brethren of the. “Psalms of the Brethren XLIII: Sumangala.” Translated by Mrs. C. A. F. Rhys Davids. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/theragatha-brethren/42/.
Chicago
Theragatha, The Brethren of the. “Psalms of the Brethren XLIII: Sumangala.” Translated by Mrs. C. A. F. Rhys Davids. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/theragatha-brethren/42/.
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