s, may my purpose succeed. I myself will bring it about. No one can do it for anyone else. * * * I myself bind on my armor. I will enter the grove and will not emerge without having attained the end of the effluents. While soft breezes blow— cool, heavily, fragrantly scented— Iâll make ignorance burst, as I sit on a mountaintop. In the forest covered with blossoms or perhaps on a cool hillside, blessed with the bliss of release, on Giribbaja Iâll delight.1 * * * I am now he whose resolves are fulfilled like the moon on a full-moon night. With effluents all totally ended, there is now no further becoming. Note 1. Giribbaja is the ring of mountains surrounding Vultureâs Peak. - --> - - - -