thig.5.8 Therigatha

Ten children I bore
from this physical heap.
Then weak from that, aged,
I went to a nun.

She taught me the Dhamma:
aggregates, sense spheres, & elements.
Hearing her Dhamma,
I cut off my hair & ordained.

Having purified the divine eye
while still a probationer,
I know my previous lives,
where I lived in the past.

I develop the theme-less meditation,
well-focused oneness.
I gain the liberation of immediacy —
from lack of clinging, unbound.

The five aggregates, comprehended,
stand like a tree with its root cut through.
I spit on old age.
There is now no further becoming.