Religion
Psalms of the Sisters XXIII: Cittā
Translated by Mrs. C. A. F. Rhys Davids (1909) · From Psalms of the Early Buddhists I: Psalms of the Sisters (1909)
Though I be suffering and weak, and all
My youthful spring be gone, yet have I climbed,
Leaning upon my staff, the mountain crest.
Thrown from my shoulder hangs my cloak, o'erturned
My little bowl. So 'gainst the rock I lean
And prop this self of me, and break away
The wildering gloom that long had closed me in.
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MLA
Therigatha, The Sisters of the. “Psalms of the Sisters XXIII: Cittā.” Translated by Mrs. C. A. F. Rhys Davids. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/therigatha-sisters/22/.
Chicago
Therigatha, The Sisters of the. “Psalms of the Sisters XXIII: Cittā.” Translated by Mrs. C. A. F. Rhys Davids. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/therigatha-sisters/22/.
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