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"Of whom dost thou think, putting on a pretence of religious abstraction, yet opening for an instant thine eyes? See! saviour though thou art, thou dost not protect us, sick with the shafts of Love. Falsely art thou compassionate. Who is more cruel than thou?"

May Buddha, the conqueror, who was thus jealously addressed by the nymphs of Mára, protect you!