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Anger makes him fall into a precipice of ruin,

however his friends try to hold him back.

He often becomes senseless with hatred,

his wits slow in judging good from bad.

Anger makes evil ingrained in him

and he grieves for centuries in hell.

Can enemies do any worse than this,

even when enraged by bitter injuries?

This much I know:

anger is a foe inside us.

Who can endure

its haughty advance?

That is why I did not release my anger,

though it throbbed in my mind,

for who would be indifferent

to such a harmful enemy?”

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The king was gladdened by the Bodhi·sattva’s virtuous serenity and by his words that so captivated the heart and said:

“Your words suit

your tranquility.

But why be longwinded?

Blind to you, I was led astray.”

Eulogizing the Bodhi·sattva this way, the king went forward, prostrated himself at his feet and confessed his transgression. Begging forgiveness from the ascetic woman, he released her and offered himself to the Bodhi·sattva as a servant.