I, a monk,
gone to the charnel ground,
saw a woman cast away,
	discarded
there in the cemetery.

Though some were disgusted,
seeing her — dead, evil — 
			lust
	appeared,
as if I were blind
	to the oozings.

In less time than it takes
for rice to cook,
I got out of that place.
Mindful, alert, I
sat down to one side.
Then apt attention arose in me,
the drawbacks appeared,
	disenchantment stood
	at an even keel:

With that, my heart was released.
See the Dhamma's true rightness!
The three knowledges
have been attained;
the Awakened One's bidding,
		done.