Chapter I Single Verses
Translated from the Pali by Thanissaro Bhikkhu.
For free distribution only.
Sleep, little theri, sleep comfortably,
wrapped in the robe that you've made,
for your passion is stilled
like a pot of pickled greens
Punna, grow full with good qualities
like the moon on the fifteenth day.
With discernment at total fullness, burst
So freed! So thoroughly freed am I!
from three crooked things set free:
from mortar, pestle,
and crooked old husband.
Having uprooted the craving
that leads to becoming,
I'm set free from aging and death.
Wandering for alms
weak, leaning on a staff,
with trembling limbs
I fell down right there on the ground.
Seeing the drawbacks of the body,
my mind was then