thag.3.5 Theragatha

Mātaṅgaputta

“It’s too cold, too hot,
too late,” they say.
When the young neglect their work like this,
opportunities pass them by.
But one who considers heat and cold
as nothing more than blades of grass—
he does his duties as a man,
and his happiness never fails.
With my chest I’ll thrust aside
the grasses, vines, and creepers,
and foster seclusion.