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 am no better than a strayed yak , that my place is not here . Who can read the Cause of an act is halfway to Freedom ! `` Back to the path , '' says the Blow . `` The Hills are not for thee . Thou canst not choose Freedom and go in bondage to the delight of life . '' '
` Would we had never XXXXX that cursed Russian ! '
begat broken canst departed loved matched met shaken strayed touched