With sacred robe on body hung
My bowl to beg my bread
This is the path of natural law
By which the birds are fed
From house to house my silent guest
And then a shady tree
While others toil, I contemplate
So independent free
Each day I live is life enough
Not of tomorrow think
Nor care what happened yesterday
But this day’s wisdom drink
The robe aside, the sacred fire
In deep samadhi’s bliss
I would not change for all the world
The simple life like this
