I38 
DHAMMAPADA 
 
“ Me he abused and me he beat, he robbed me, he defeated 
me.” 
In whom such thoughts no harbourage may find, will 
hatred cease to be. 
 
“ The state of hate doth not abate by hate in any clime or 
time, 
But hate will cease if love increase,” so smoothly runs the 
ancient rhyme. 
 
(I have imitated the punning of the Pali by the repeated rhymes, 
which further gives the flavor of the Old English proverbial saw.) 
 
The truth that “ here we all must die ” those others do not 
comprehend ; 
But some perceiving it, for them all discords find an utter 
end. 
 
Sodden * with passion, unrestrained his senses (such an 
one we see), 
Immoderate in the food of sense, idle and void of energy , 
Him surely Mara overcomes, as wind throws down the 
feeble tree. 
 
Careless of passion, well restrained his senses, such an one 
we find 
Moderate in pleasure, faithful, great in mighty energy of 
mind , 
Him Mara shakes not ; are the hills thrown down by fury of 
the wind ? 
 
* Sodden—the habitual—who lives unrestrained, etc.