30: O Bond Slave Of The World! Many A Dawn Hath The Breeze Of My Loving-kindness





O BOND SLAVE OF THE WORLD! Many a dawn hath the breeze of My

loving-kindness wafted over thee and found thee upon the bed of

heedlessness fast asleep. Bewailing then thy plight it returned whence it

came.





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