We split the army of Death, internally well concentrated.

We shake off the army of Death, as an elephant a hut made of reeds.

We split the army of Death, internally well concentrated.

We shake off the army of Death, as an elephant a hut made of reeds.

Shame on you, full of foul odour, you cherish another's body.

Nine streams in your body, which flow always.

A monk avoids it, just as one desiring purity avoids excrement.

They would avoid it from afar, like a place of dung in the rainy season."

Here some sink down, like an old bull in the mud.

Or even with another dye, that would only result in vexation.

Do not assail one of evil mind, like a moth to a mass of fire.

Afflicted, the object of many thoughts, for which there is no stable duration.

Bones wrapped in skin, together with clothes it looks beautiful.

Enough to delude a fool, but not one seeking the far shore.

Enough to delude a fool, but not one seeking the far shore.

Enough to delude a fool, but not one seeking the far shore.

Having eaten the fodder, we go, while the deer trappers lament.

Having eaten the fodder, we go, while the deer hunters grieve.

When Sāriputta, accomplished in many ways, was quenched.

Having arisen, they cease; their appeasement is happiness.

Those who see the five aggregates as alien and not as self.

They penetrated the subtle, as the tip of a hair with an arrow.

For the abandoning of sensual lust, a mindful monk should wander forth.

For the abandoning of lust for existence, a mindful monk should wander forth."

I shook the Migāramātu mansion with my big toe.

Is Nibbāna to be attained, the release from all mental knots.

Bears his final body, having conquered Māra with his army.

Gone to the mountain cave he meditates, the son of the incomparable such one.

An heir of the Buddha, the foremost, honoured by Brahmā.

The heir of the Buddha, the foremost, pay respect, brahmin, to Kassapa.

A learned one, accomplished in the Vedas, among human beings again and again.

This is not worth a sixteenth fraction of the homage to him.

In forward and reverse order, then goes for almsfood.

Inspire your mind with faith, in the Worthy One, the Such;

Quickly pay respect with joined palms, lest your head be split asunder.

He runs after the wrong path, the crooked path going downward.

Sunk in material gain and honour, hollow goes Poṭṭhila.

Liberated on both sides, internally well concentrated.

Worthy of offerings from human beings, the unsurpassed field of merit.

Ten thousand gods, all Brahma's chaplains;

Paying homage to Moggallāna, they stand with joined palms.

Whose mental corruptions are eliminated, you are worthy of offerings, dear sir.'

Like a white lotus by water, he is not tainted by activities.

A master in the power of supernormal abilities and in passing away and rebirth, that monk sees the deities at the proper time.

Even a monk who has gone beyond, this would be his highest.

I am skilled in transformations, I have become a master of supernormal power.

The wise one, with concentrated faculties, cut off bondage, just as an elephant a rotten creeper.

The heavy burden has been laid down, the conduit to existence has been uprooted.

That purpose has been attained by me, the destruction of all mental fetters.

Having assaulted the disciple Vidhura, and the brahmin Kakusandha.

Such was the hell, where Dussī was tormented;

Having assaulted the disciple Vidhura, and the brahmin Kakusandha.

Having assaulted such a monk, Dark One, you undergo suffering.

Lapis lazuli-coloured, beautiful, flaming, luminous;

Nymphs dance there, many of diverse colours.

Shook the Migāramātu mansion with his big toe.

Supported by the power of supernormal power, he stirred the deities.

'Friend, do you know the liberation through the elimination of craving?'

To him Sakka answered, when asked the question, according to truth.

'Do you still today, friend, have that view which you had before;

Do you see the radiance transcending in the Brahma world?'

'I do not have, sir, that view which I had before.

How could I today say, "I am permanent, I am eternal"?'

The forest of the Eastern Videhas, and the men who sleep on the ground.

Having assaulted such a monk, Dark One, you undergo suffering.

But a fool, having approached a blazing fire, is burnt by it.

You will burn yourself, like a fool touching fire.

What do you think, Evil One, does not my evil ripen?

Māra, be wearied of the Buddha, do not have hope regarding the monks.

Then that unhappy demon disappeared right there."