The Student:
Fixed in their pet beliefs,
these divers wranglers bawl—
"Hold this, and truth is yours";
"Reject it, and you're lost."
Thus they contend, and dub
opponents "dolts" and "fools."
Which of the lot is right,
when all as experts pose?
The Buddha:
Well, if dissent denotes
a "fool" and stupid "dolt,"
then all are fools and dolts,
—since each has his own view.
Or, if each rival creed
proves lore and brains and wit,
no "dolts" exists,—since all
alike are on a par.
I count not that as true
which those affirm, who call
each other "fools."—They call
each other so, because
each deems his own view "Truth."
The Student:
What some style "truth," the rest
call empty lies;—strife reigns.
Pray, why do anchorites
not speak in unison?
The Buddha:
There's one sole "Truth" (not two),
to know which bars men's strife.
But such a motley crowd
of "truths" have they evolved,
that anchorites, weakly,
speak not in full accord.
The Student:
What makes these "experts" preach
"truths" so diverse? Is each
inherited? or just
a view they've framed themselves?
The Buddha:
Apart from consciousness,
no diverse truths exist.
—Mere sophistry declares
this "true," and that view "false."
The senses' evidence,
and works, inspire such scorn
for others, and such smug
conviction he is right,
that all his rivals rank
as "sorry, brainless fools." . . .
Delight in their dear views
makes sectaries assert
that all who disagree
"miss Purity and err."
These divers sectaries
—these sturdy advocates
of private paths to bliss—
claim Purity as theirs
alone, not found elsewhere.
Whom should the sturdiest
venture to call a "fool,"
when this invites the like
retort upon himself?
Stubborn in theories
which they themselves devised,
these wrangle on through life,
—Leave then dogmatic views
and their attendant strife! . . .
No dogmatist can win,
by self-concocted views,
the way to Purity.
Mere prepossessions point
his road to "Light"; he "sees"
his old-time "Purity."
No "Brahmin true" attains
the goals by mere research;
no partisan is he,
nor brother-sectary;
all vulgar theories
—which others toil to learn—
he knows, but heeds them not.
From earthly trammels freed,
aloof from party broils,
at peace where peace has fled,
the unheeding sage ignores
what others toil to learn.
From former cankers purged,
with no fresh growths afoot,
from lusts and dogmas free,
quit too of theories,
he goes his stainless way,
devoid of self-reproach.
---Sutta-Nipata---
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