Chained by emotions, he went up the hill
Meeting the hermit or sage sitting quiet
He was quivered by the very sight
And slower and slower was his pace then;
'Sire! ', he called and fell on his feet
And grumbled in a whisper about the world
Telling all his past and sought his help
to teach him the way to attain peace!
The sage emptied a metal plate
And threw it into the little stream there
Seeing that floating with ease,
Asked him to remain emptied but not drowned!
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