02.05 Cittā Therī [Chitta (sic.)] (27-28)

Norman 27. Although I am thin, sick, and very weak, I go along leaning on a stick, having climbed the mountain. 28. I threw down my outer robe and turned my bowl upside down; I propped myself against a rock, tearing asunder the mass of darkness [of ignorance]. Weingast Somehow I kept climbing— though tired,… Continue reading 02.05 Cittā Therī [Chitta (sic.)] (27-28)