“What would ye men of Rājagaha have?
What have ye done? that mute and idle here
Ye lie about, as if bemused with wine,
Nor wait upon Sukkā, while she reveals
The precious gospel by the Buddha taught.
The wise in heart, methinks, were fain to quaff
That life’s elixir, once won never lost,
That welleth ever up in her sweet words,
E’en as the wayfarer welcomes the rain.
O Child of light! by light of truth set free
From cravings dire, firm, self-possessed, serene,
Bear to this end thy last incarnate frame,
For thou hast conquered Mara and his host.”