Therigatha

Sleep, little theri, sleep comfortably,
wrapped in the robe that you've made,
for your passion is stilled --
    like a pot of pickled greens
        boiled dry.

Punna, grow full with good qualities
like the moon on the fifteenth day.
With discernment at total fullness, burst
    the mass
    of darkness.

So freed! So thoroughly freed am I! --
from three crooked things set free:
    from mortar, pestle,
    & crooked old husband.
Having uprooted the craving
that leads to becoming,
I'm set free from aging & death.

Wandering for alms --
weak, leaning on a staff,
with trembling limbs --
I fell down right there on the ground.
Seeing the drawbacks of the body,
my mind was then
            set free.