D E D IC AT IO  M AJ O R 
 
My Friends, 
 
To you, Eastern of the Easterns, who have respectively 
given up all to find Truth ; you, Jinawaravansa, who esteemed 
the Yellow Robe more than your Princedom ; you, Achiha, 
by sticking manfully to your Work in the World, yet no more 
allowing it to touch your Purpose than waters may wet the 
lotus leaf (to take the oldest and best simile of your oldest and 
best poets), must I dedicate this strange drama ; for, like 
you, I would abandon all ; like you, I see clearly what is of 
value ; or, if not, at least what is worthless ; already some-
thing !  Thus do I wish you and myself the three great boons 
Sila, Samadhi, and Salam.