(From the Sutta-Nipata ; put into verse by E. P. Buffet.)http://opensiuc.lib.siu.edu/cgi/viewcon ... ontext=ocj
"Where the spreading floods are surging,"
Venerable Kappa saith,
"All the race of men submerging —
Deluge of decay and death —
Tell me. Sage, of some lone highland
Still above the rising main;
Tell me, tell me of an island.
Refuge from return of pain."
"Where the spreading floods are surging.
Kappa," saith the Blessed One,
"All the race of men submerging,
By decay and death undone,
I will name an isle of saving;
Those who find it find the best;
Nothing holding, nothing craving,
They have reached the perfect rest.
'This the Island of Nibbana;
Here decay and death expire.
Happy that serene Saniana.
Lit by Truth's illuming fire.
He hath triumphed o'er samsara
Calm and thoughtful are his days.
Broken is the power of Mara.
Unfrequented are his ways."