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經律異相 8.29

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8.29

"Long having lost a precious treasure, today it is regained; / Dust and defilement ruined the eyes, today the eyes are cleansed. / Alas, my son's mind was bewildered, / Constantly smearing his body with human blood, / An extremely sharp sword always in his hand, / Killing multitudes of people to make heaps of corpses. / May this child follow after me; / Now I reverently bow my head to the Equal and Fully Awakened One. / Many people reviled me with words hard to hear, / Saying: 'Your son is like this,' severely reproaching me."

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