Ye Suffer From Yourselves

I, Buddh, who wept with all my brothers’ tears,
Whose heart was broken by a whole world’s
woe,
Laugh and am glad, for there is Liberty!

 

Ho! ye who suffer! know

Ye suffer from yourselves. None else compels,
None other holds you that ye live and die,
And whirl upon the wheel, and hug and kiss
Its spokes of agony,
Its tire of tears, its nave of nothingness.

 

The Light of Asia (Sir Edwin Arnold, 1908)

 

 

 

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