Monday, July 2, 2018

A Gordian Knot

(1021)  Here giyeo mana na har

Even after losing, You concede no defeat.
You bring the living just to give them misery;
In anguish, they forsake everything worldly.

With flowers the thorns still abide;
And side by side with flood is an ebb-tide.
With honeycombs the sting of bees is there;
Even the purest nectar, it is not unsullied.

Or is it that to give a sense of happiness,
You've maintained the pain along with it?
To rid us of disgrace from being dirty,
You make us put on the necklace of ascetic glory.

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