My friend! Enough to talk you have given,
The purpose of hating ask no more:
Nor more would she have talked as due to one:
Who, in her worst love life, had broken heart?
The unbounded might of prayer; and love, with soul
Fixed on the Buddha status, that consolation springs,
From stirring deeper far than deepest pain,
For the seek Sufferer
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