 | Mansoul or The Riddle of the World |  |
Constrains so a pity the heart,
Of Hinds blind folk, which beats in Buddhas breast:
That eachwhere, albeit full-wéary he cómeth, he teacheth
All who will hear, with words of light and peace:
How may, through steadfast vertue, a man raze out;
Souls stains, ingenerate ín his mortal breast.
Of Hinds blind folk, which beats in Buddhas breast:
That eachwhere, albeit full-wéary he cómeth, he teacheth
All who will hear, with words of light and peace:
How may, through steadfast vertue, a man raze out;
Souls stains, ingenerate ín his mortal breast.
We stood anon, to listen tó his sooth;
And radiant beams, as of a well-of-light;
Saw issue, fróm the Buddhas sinless breast:
And shone his sérene countenance, whiles he spake:
When finally, O beloved, shall be quenched,
All malice, within your faithful hearts, rejoice .
And radiant beams, as of a well-of-light;
Saw issue, fróm the Buddhas sinless breast:
And shone his sérene countenance, whiles he spake:
When finally, O beloved, shall be quenched,
All malice, within your faithful hearts, rejoice .
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Feeling the saint, the hour of his decease,
Approach, he spake again; Faint not your hearts,
Which weaned were from the World. This saying, soulglad,
But languishing now his venerable flesh,
He paused. Lo, and droopeth upon that sacred breast,
The Buddhas head, and sinks his feeble corse!
His spirit from that frail tenement of Worlds life,
Is parted forth.
Approach, he spake again; Faint not your hearts,
Which weaned were from the World. This saying, soulglad,
But languishing now his venerable flesh,
He paused. Lo, and droopeth upon that sacred breast,
The Buddhas head, and sinks his feeble corse!
His spirit from that frail tenement of Worlds life,
Is parted forth.
Fowls plained, mongst the green boughs,
Shrill chiding in their several kinds. Field beasts
Deep-lowing mourned, with sons of men, that wept:
Winds wailed aloft; trees shed their crowns of leaves:
Wide-shadowing clouds, cast darkness ón low Earth.
Shrill chiding in their several kinds. Field beasts
Deep-lowing mourned, with sons of men, that wept:
Winds wailed aloft; trees shed their crowns of leaves:
Wide-shadowing clouds, cast darkness ón low Earth.
| Mansoul or The Riddle of the World | |