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,
& crooked old husband.
Having uprooted the craving
that leads to becoming,
I'm set free from aging & 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