Herman Hesse has given us these words from his book 'Sidhartha' which is his interpretation of the life of the Budha:
'His peaceful downward hanging hand; sought nothing, imitated nothing bespoke an invulnerable peace.' This is recounted from memory but I will make an effort to check it. Translator and publisher are not remembered.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem