` More than once I remember ' -- he rested his cheek dolefully on his hand -- ' I sought thy praise and the hakim 's for the mere strength of my legs . Thus evil followed evil till the cup was full . Just is the Wheel ! All Hind for three years did me all honour . From the Fountain of Wisdom in the Wonder House to ' -- he smiled -- ' a little child playing by a big gun -- the world prepared my road . And why ? ' ` Because we loved thee . It is only the fever of the blow . I myself am still sick and shaken . ' ` No ! It was because I was upon the Way -- tuned as are si-nen -LSB- cymbals -RSB- to the purpose of the Law . I departed from that ordinance . The tune was broken : followed the punishment . In my own Hills , on the edge of my own country , in the very place of my evil desire , comes the buffet -- here ! ' -LRB- He touched his brow . -RRB- ` As a novice is beaten when he misplaces the cups , so am I beaten , who was Abbot of Such-zen . No word , look you , but a blow , chela . ' ` But the Sahibs did not know thee , Holy One ? ' ` We were well matched . Ignorance and Lust met Ignorance and Lust upon the road , and they begat Anger .
The blow was a sign to me , who XXXXX no better than a strayed yak , that my place is not here .
am begat broken comes misplaces remember rested smiled sought tuned