The Verambha winds are delightful to you, for solitude is indeed for meditators.

Perceptions draw me towards seclusion, connected with the perception of seclusion.

It arouses mindfulness in me, regarding the body, based upon dispassion.

That monk indeed sleeps happily, without expectation towards sensual pleasures.

Covered with water moss, those rocks delight me.

In remote lodgings, frequented by beasts of prey.

I do not know of any thought, ignoble, connected with hate.

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.

And I await the time, like a hired servant earning his wages.

And I await the time, fully aware, mindful."