thag.11.1 Theragatha

Saṅkicca

“What good does it do you to be in the grove, my dear?
You’re like a little bird in the rain!
The city of Verambhā is nice for you—
seclusion is for meditators.”
“Just as the wind in Verambhā
scatters the clouds as they pour down,
so the city scatters
my perception of seclusion.”
“It’s all black and born of an egg—
the crow that lives in the charnel ground
rouses my mindfulness,
based on dispassion for the body.
Not protected by others,
nor protecting others:
such a monk sleeps at ease,
without concern for sensual pleasures.
The water’s clear and the rocks are broad,
monkeys and deer are all around;
festooned with dewy moss,
these rocky crags delight me!
I’ve stayed in the wilderness,
in caves and caverns
and remote lodgings
frequented by beasts of prey.
‘May these beings be killed!
May they be slaughtered! May they suffer!’—
I’m not aware of having any such
ignoble, malicious intentions.
I’ve served the teacher
and fulfilled the Buddha’s instructions.
The heavy burden is laid down,
the conduit to rebirth is eradicated.
I’ve attained the goal
for the sake of which I went forth
from the lay life to homelessness—
the ending of all fetters.
I don’t long for death;
I don’t long for life;
I await my time,
like a worker waiting for their wages.
I don’t long for death;
I don’t long for life;
I await my time,
aware and mindful.”