This Clear-eyed One sets, the One King, palomino-colored, shining over the earth. I bow especially to you, palomino-colored, shining over the earth: guarded by you let us live out this night.
Those brahmins who are knowledge-masters with respect to all things, I worship them, may they keep me safe. Hail the Awakened Ones, hail Awakening! Homage to the freed ones, homage to freedom! Having made this protection, the peacock made his home.
Stories of Past Lives 466 The Book of the Twelves The Chapter With Cūḷakuṇāla The Sea Merchants: a past life story
“Those folk sow and reap, men living on the fruit of their work. They have no share of this island. This is better far than India!”