Parabels of Mahavir

Author(s): Harindranath Chattopadhyaya
Publisher: Shri Kiran Publishers

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They wounded and insulted him, Then left him lying alone. The serpent did not, in distress, So much as even moan.
Calmly he thought, “My wounded form Shall render me divine : Some day my wounds shall burn like lamps To light some holy shrine."
Then quietly he went within The quietness inside His state of penance and of prayer, Then quietly he died.
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