Dhammapada In Bomdila Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

Even a small thing puts me off:
I was sitting in the sofa-seat,
Comfortably reading rilke poems.

He came in: I said ‘good morning’
When I realized he wants to stay,
I vacated my good seat for him.

He comfortably goes there and settles:
And I am offended inside.
How is that when I am older and senior?

Then I look at myself and feel absurd.
Why I should bother about small
Social niceties, when others don’t?

First chapter, Verse four of Dhammapada,
I recall: Those who think he insulted me,
Hurt me, will not be free from hate:

Those who think not he robbed me, defeated
Me they will be free from hate: hate is conquered
By love: this is the eternal law.