thine is the sense of taste. But where, O Wicked One, there is no tongue, nor any tastes, nor sense of taste, there, O Wicked One, thou canst not come.
“Thine, O Wicked One, is the body; thine are things tangible; thine is the sense of touch. But where, O Wicked One, there is no body, nor anything tangible, nor sense of touch, there, O Wicked One, thou canst not come.
“Thine, O Wicked One, is the mind; thine are ideas; thine is the thinking faculty. But where, O Wicked One, there is no mind, nor any ideas, nor thinking faculty, there, O Wicked One, thou canst not come.”
Of what ’t is said, ‘These are the I,’
If thou inclin’st thy mind to them,
Then, monk, thou shalt not me escape.”
Not so with me; they’re not the I;
Thus, Wicked One, declare I thee,
The path I tread thou ne’er canst find.”
Then said Mara, the Wicked One:
“The Blessed One has recognized me. The Happy One has recognized me,” and sorrowful and dejected, he straight-way disappeared.
§ 73. THE FIRE-SERMON.
Translated from the Maha-Vagga (i. 211)
Then The Blessed One, having dwelt in Uruvelā as long as he wished, proceeded on his wanderings in the direction of Gayā Head, accompanied by a great congregation of priests, a thousand in number, who had all of them aforetime been monks with matted hair. And there in Gayā, on Gayā Head, The Blessed One dwelt, together with the thousand priests.
And there The Blessed One addressed the priests:—
