“These fragments I have shored against my ruins
Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo's mad againe.
Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.
Shantih shantih shantih”

—  T.S. Eliot, book The Waste Land

The final lines of the poem.
The Waste Land (1922)
Source: The Waste Land and Other Poems

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