05.17.06

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KaNiyan Puungunran’s poem – puRam 192

PuRa^nAnURu 192

All lands home, all men kin.
Evil and good are not from others,
nor are pain and its abating.
Death is nothing new.
We do not rejoice thinking life sweet,
and if pain comes,
even less do we find it a cause for grief.
Through the eyes of those who see deeply
we have come to know that life takes its hard course
as if it were a raft in the waters of a mighty river,
ever roaring and beating on rocks
after cold rain pours from flashing skies,
and so we do not wonder at the great
and still less do we despise the small.

- Translation by George Hart

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