“Lo here! a Sister who the fivefold sense
Of higher life hath trained and, self-possessed,
Herself well held in hand, hath made her way
Where lies the Holy Path, where dwells the Bliss
Of mastery over action, speech and thought.
Why now and whereto art thou seen thus garbed
And shaven like a nun, yet dost not join
Ascetics of some sect, and share their rites?
What, futile and infatuate, is thy quest?
’Tis they that are without, caught in the net
Of the vain shibboleths on which they lean—
’Tis they that have no knowledge of the Truth,
’Tis they that lack all competence therein.
Lo! in the princely Sākiya clan is born
A Buddha, peerless ’mong the sons of men:
’Tis he hath shown the saving Truth to me
Which vain opinions doth overpass.
Even the What and Why of ILL, and how
Ill comes, and how Ill may be overpassed,
E’en by the Ariyan, the Eightfold Path,
That leadeth to th’ abating of all Ill.
And I who heard his blessed words abide
Fain only and alway to do his will.
The Threefold Wisdom have I gotten now,
And done the bidding of the Buddha blest.
On every hand the love of sense is slain.
And the thick gloom of ignorance is rent
In twain. Know this, thou Evil One, avaunt!
Here, O Destroyer! shalt thou not prevail.”