Along the path of time
Old and infirm,
I go seeking the shade of a peepul.
Though unhumbled
I love to go through
The poem of Shakya*,
O' peepul!
Fill my sack of alms
With light;
Give me light
Give me light.
*Shakya- -Lord Buddha
(Translated by Krishna Dulal Baruah)
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