Born in a high-ranking family
with much property, great wealth,
consummate in complexion & figure,
I was the daughter of Majjha, the treasurer.
Sons of kings sought for me,
sons of rich merchants
	longed for me.
One of them sent my father a messenger,
saying, "Give me Anopama.
I will give in return
	eight times her weight
	in jewels & gold."
But I, having seen
	the One Self-awakened,
	unsurpassed, excelling the world,
paid homage to his feet,
sat down to one side.
He, Gotama, from sympathy,
taught me the Dhamma.
And as I sat in that very seat,
	I attained the third fruit
	[of nonreturn.]
Then I cut off my hair,
and went forth into homelessness.
Today is the seventh day
since I made craving
	wither away.