Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE PILGRIMS OF THIBET, by CALE YOUNG RICE Poet's Biography First Line: Down the road to llassa Last Line: Till we to nirvana come. Subject(s): Greed; Life; Pilgrimages & Pilgrims; Tibet; Avarice; Cupidity | ||||||||
Down the road to Llassa, Himalayan and strange, I thought I saw them winding From range to lower range, The seekers after Buddha, Across the ice and cold, And from their lips the mystic phrase Of merit ever tolled: 'Om mane padme, hum!' Life is but a way of lust. Turn the wheel and beat the drum, Till we to Nirvana come. Clothed in rags and turquoise And necklaces of skulls, And shoes of yak worn furless, And fleece the shepherd culls, With faces like to parchments Whereon alone was writ The repetition of these words Of wonder infinite: 'Om mane padme, hum!' Life is but a robe of lust. Turn the wheel and beat the drum Till we to Nirvana come. Down the road ascetic And desert bleak and drear, I thought I saw them winding To Llassa walls more near; Strong man and maid and mother, Shorn youth and sexless age, That ever to the wind intoned Their one acquitting page: 'Om mane padme, hum!' Grief is but the goal of lust. Turn the wheel and beat the drum, Till we to Nirvana come. Past the hermit's cavern -- Where he alone drew breath! -- Past nunneries where silence Waits, acolyte of death; Past shrines of lesser power, Where smiling idols wear The bliss upon their gilded lips Of the all-granting prayer. 'Om mane padme, hum!' Leave the life of flesh and lust. Turn the wheel and beat the drum, Till we to Nirvana come. Down the road -- and down it, I saw them, lama-led, Mid holy lakes and mountains, And monasteries fed With endless alms and measured By slow prostrations round, And by the chanted syllables That sprung as from the ground: 'Om mane padme, hum!' Life is but the lair of lust. Turn the wheel and beat the drum, Till we to Nirvana come. Then at last to Llassa They reach -- I see them yet! -- And touch the gods on altars Above all others set. Monk, man and maid and mother, Upon the Wheel of Things, From which escape shall come alone To him who ceaseless sings: 'Om mane padme, hum!' End the life of greed and lust. Turn the wheel and beat the drum, Till we to Nirvana come. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LA RONDE DU DIABLE by AMY LOWELL WITH MERCY FOR THE GREEDY by ANNE SEXTON MARIE MIGNOT by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM ENTERTAINMENT by JOSEPH BEAUMONT A CHARM TO BRING CHILDREN (EGYPT, A.D. 100) by CALE YOUNG RICE |
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