7.
The Chapter on the Worthy Ones
For one who has abandoned all mental knots, no fever is found.
Like swans leaving a lake, they give up home after home.
Emptiness and signless, deliverance is their resort;
Like birds in space, their destination is hard to trace.
Emptiness and signless, deliverance is whose resort;
Like birds in space, his track is hard to trace.
Who has abandoned conceit, who is without mental corruptions, even the gods envy such a one.
Like a lake free from mud, for such a one there is no wandering in the round of rebirths.
To one completely liberated through final knowledge, to one at peace, to such a one.
One whose opportunity is destroyed, who has vomited hope, he indeed is the highest man.
Wherever Worthy Ones dwell, that place is pleasant.
Those without lust will delight there, they are not seekers of sensual pleasures.
The Chapter on the Worthy One is concluded as seventh.