“Stop thee! Oh saffron princely monk,
“who hastens on like falling rain,
“ I want a finger from thy hand
“To finish off my bloody chain.â€
“I do not run, you run instead
“please stop awhile and follow me,
“Angulimal, I ‘m not content,
“to know that thou are not yet freeâ€
“please throw that bloody chain aside,
“there is a better, nobler way,
“To live thy life and reach that truth,
“Angulimala, for you to-day.â€
And hours want by the Indian time,
While Buddha’s sinless way he heard,
And sinner changed to blessed saint,
And preach’d he out the hollowed word.