So ran along the village path. Her laughter
Wooed all the world to follow tumbling after.
Ill.
Then when she met the venerable monk
Her shamelessness desired a leprous wreath
Of poisonous flowers, seducing him. He shrunk
Back from her smile, seeing her close white
teeth.
Bones! he exclaimed, and meditating that,
From a mere Bhikkhu grew an Arahat. ,
Iv.
Her husband found her gone, in fury followed
Lashing the pale path with his purple feet,
Heedless of stones and serpents. Hail! he holloaed
To the new Rahan whom he bowed to greet
Kissing the earth: O holy master, say
If a fair female hath passed this way!
Vv.
The Bhikkhu blessed the irritated man.
Then the slow sloka serpentine began:
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