One day in the summer, on a hot day, two monks approached the river. One was respectable and old with gray hair, The young one was strong and bald. A beautiful young maiden stood by the river, not knowing what to do. She couldn’t cross it and was already in tears. But their law does not tell monks to touch women’s bodies. But the monk cannot pass, just like that, Where there are tears and melancholy in half. The venerable man easily took her in his arms, boldly stepped into the water and behold... The young man did not have time to walk halfway, The venerable one wipes away the sweat. It’s very hot on the shore, Letting go of the girl in peace. The venerable man watches the young man crawl out of the stormy river. They walk all day, night is approaching, and their native lands are visible. The young monk, seething with indignation, asks: “Venerable One, tell me!” After all, the law does not order monks to touch women’s bodies, but you carried her across that river, in your venerable arms. The mentor answered, a light laugh in his gray hair, He said, yes, I did that! But I moved it and left it, And you are a hefty fool. You carry her in your thoughts all morning and all day. Like this!!!
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru