Just is the Wheel ! The idolater 's blow fell upon the scar . Then I was shaken in my soul : my soul was darkened , and the boat of my soul rocked upon the waters of illusion . Not till I came to Shamlegh could I meditate upon the Cause of Things , or trace the running grass-roots of Evil . I strove all the long night . ' ` But , Holy One , thou art innocent of all evil . May I be thy sacrifice ! ' Kim was genuinely distressed at the old man 's sorrow , and Mahbub Ali 's phrase slipped out unawares . ` In the dawn , ' the lama went on more gravely , ready rosary clicking between the slow sentences , ` came enlightenment . It is here ... I am an old man ... hill-bred , hill-fed , never to sit down among my Hills . Three years I travelled through Hind , but -- can earth be stronger than Mother Earth ? My stupid body yearned to the Hills and the snows of the Hills , from below there . I said , and it is true , my Search is sure . So , at the Kulu woman 's house I turned hillward , over-persuaded by myself . There is no blame to the hakim . He -- following Desire -- foretold that the Hills would make me strong . They strengthened me to do evil , to forget my Search . I delighted in life and the lust of life . I desired strong slopes to climb . I cast about to find them .
I measured the strength of my body , which is evil , against the high XXXXX , I made a mock of thee when thy breath came short under Jamnotri .
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