There is no blame to the hakim . He -- following Desire -- foretold that the Hills would make me strong . They strengthened me to do evil , to forget my Search . I delighted in life and the lust of life . I desired strong slopes to climb . I cast about to find them . I measured the strength of my body , which is evil , against the high Hills , I made a mock of thee when thy breath came short under Jamnotri . I jested when thou wouldst not face the snow of the pass . ' ` But what harm ? I was afraid . It was just . I am not a hillman ; and I loved thee for thy new strength . ' ` 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 XXXXX still sick and shaken . '
Search am came climb following forget measured prepared smiled sought