9 _I’ve barren cows, and sucking calves --So said the herdsman Dhaniya-- And cows in calf, and heifers sleek, And a strong bull, lord o’er the cows. So let the rain pour down now, if it likes, to-night!_ 10 _No barren cows have I, nor sucking calves, --So said the Exalted One-- No cows in calf, nor heifers sleek, Nor a strong bull, lord o’er the cows. So let the rain pour down now, if it likes, to-night!_ 11 _The stakes are driven in, nothing can shake them. --So said the herdsman Dhaniya-- The ropes of munja grass are new and strong, No calves could break them loose, and stray. So let the rain pour down now, if it likes, to-night!_ 12 _I’ve broken all the bonds loose, like a bull, Or like the lordly elephant, calm in his strength, Contemning the weak strands of jungle rope. I ne’er again shall enter the dark womb. So let the rain pour down now, if it likes, to-night!_ 13 _Then lo! a thunder-cloud filling the hollows, And the high ground, that moment poured forth rain, And Dhaniya, the herdsman, as he heard The god’s rain rushing, yielded him, and said:_ 14 _O, great the gain that has accrued to us, In that we met the Exalted One to-day! In thee of the seeing eye we put our trust. Be thou, O mighty Sage, a teacher to us. My wife and I will be obedient; Under the Happy One we both will lead A holy life, and pass beyond old age and death, And put an end, for aye, to every pain!_ 15 _The man with sons takes pride in sons, --So said Mara, the Evil One-- The man with kine takes joy in kine. Lusts, evil, and Karma bring delights to men; He, who has none of these, has no delights._ 16 _He, who has sons, has sorrow in his sons, --So said the Exalted One-- He who has kine, has trouble with his kine, Lusts, evil, and Karma, are the source of care; He, who has none of these, is not care-worn. Dhaniya Sutta is ended._ (By kind permission of Professor RHYS DAVIDS, LL.D., Ph.D., whose translation it is. From _Buddhism: Its History and Literature_.) THE CHRISTIAN IDEAL. _There was silence. None did dare To use again the spoken air Of that far-charming voice, until A Christian resting on the hill, With a thoughtful smile subdued (Seeming learnt in solitude) Which a weeper might have viewed Without new tears, did softly say, And looked up unto heaven alway, While he praised the Earth--_