04-06-2013, 04:44 PM
Bhagava
You spoke, and set the wisest god to rights.
And when in Death’s great power, it’s to you
his mind will turn: the one of keenest sight
who turned away from throne and power due
to him -- hard truths were known to be right views
for all who want that ease of mind sublime,
and hard to see, yet lasting just like time
itself. And though your bowl did blow as dust
before their Christ had wept, I must sing rhyme
to honour you, the Blessed in whom I trust.
I just want to make a couple quick comments. First, I know L8 is bumpy (oh. I changed it). Second, this poem has quite a bit of Buddhist jargon and allusion in it, which might make it a bit hard to grasp for non-buddhists. Sorry about that.
You spoke, and set the wisest god to rights.
And when in Death’s great power, it’s to you
his mind will turn: the one of keenest sight
who turned away from throne and power due
to him -- hard truths were known to be right views
for all who want that ease of mind sublime,
and hard to see, yet lasting just like time
itself. And though your bowl did blow as dust
before their Christ had wept, I must sing rhyme
to honour you, the Blessed in whom I trust.
I just want to make a couple quick comments. First, I know L8 is bumpy (oh. I changed it). Second, this poem has quite a bit of Buddhist jargon and allusion in it, which might make it a bit hard to grasp for non-buddhists. Sorry about that.