Religion
Psalms of the Sisters XXIV: Mettikā
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 come,
Leaning upon my staff, and clomb aloft
The mountain peak.
My cloak thrown off,
My little bowl o'erturned: so sit I here
Upon the rock. And o'er my spirit sweeps
The breath of Liberty! I win, I win
The Triple Lore! The Buddha's will is done!
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MLA
Therigatha, The Sisters of the. “Psalms of the Sisters XXIV: Mettikā.” Translated by Mrs. C. A. F. Rhys Davids. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/therigatha-sisters/23/.
Chicago
Therigatha, The Sisters of the. “Psalms of the Sisters XXIV: Mettikā.” Translated by Mrs. C. A. F. Rhys Davids. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/therigatha-sisters/23/.
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