The palace gates remain open, and the royal garden lies
deserted
His tired horse has returned home empty; his head still hanging
low
The queen in weeping, and the king couldn’t show
His little boy slept, little did he know!
His wife’s sad eyes say it all, but her tears couldn’t flow!
Oh great Siddhartha! What sorrow has descended upon your family!
Seeking happiness and wisdom, must you leave your home!
What luring torch of truth that you will find
Can make you leave your love behind
What wounds of suffering you seek to soothe
Can make you forget your son’s innocent smile
What strength of heart, and what mindful determination!
Can make you win over the mighty tricks of Mara
Oh great Siddhartha!
Did you weep when you left the palace gates?
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