[The Buddha:]

Over and over, the seeds all get planted;

Over and over, the rain-god sprinkles rain.

Over and over, the farmer farms the field;

Over and over, the food grows in the realm.

Over and over, beggars do their begging;

Over and over, the givers give out gifts.

Over and over, the giver who has given;

Over and over, goes to a better place.

Over and over, he tires and he struggles;

Over and over, the fool goes to the womb.

Over and over, he's born and he dies;

Over and over, they bear him to his grave.

But one who's wisdom is wide as the earth

Is not born over and over,

For he's gained the path

Of not becoming over again.

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