Dear architect! I now have seen thy face,
And seized thy precept’s law.
Of all the houses which have been
Not one again my soul can draw.
Thy rafters crushed, thy ridge-pole, too,
Thy work, O builder, now is o’er!
My spirit feels Nirvâna true,
And I shall transmigrate no more.—Buddha.
[End of Required Reading for June.]
