Oh, how everything was against me then
Even white ants made their way to my bedroom.
It was distressing to think of those books
And the yellow robes I used to wear
Had holes in them like my weeping eyes.
I salute the Pagoda of the Holy Relics
May the true religion live forever.
I make merit, so the Buddha helps me
Increase my power to attain enlightenment.
And I’d like my words, my book,
To preserve, till the end of time and heavens,
Sunthorn the scribe who belongs
To the King of the White Elephant.
Sunthorn Phu [Phra Sunthorn Vohara] (1786 - 1855) Thailand
Translated by Ivasabutr Sawanee
Source: Lezenswaard
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