Translated from the Pali by Thanissaro Bhikkhu.
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Heraññakani (Thag II.13) {vv. 145-146}
Alternate translation: Olendzki
Days & nights fly past. Life comes to an end. The span of mortals runs out, like the water of a piddling stream. But the fool doing evil deeds doesn't realize that later it's bitter for him: evil for him the result.
Mahakala (Thag II.16) {vv. 151-152}
This swarthy woman [preparing a corpse for cremation] — crow-like, enormous — breaking a thigh & then the other thigh, breaking an arm & then the other arm, cracking open the head, like a pot of curds, she sits with them heaped up beside her. Whoever, unknowing, makes acquisitions — the fool — returns over & over to suffering & stress. So, discerning, don't make acquisitions. May I never lie with my head cracked open again.
Valliya (Thag II.24) {vv. 167-168}
What needs to be done with firm persistence, what needs to be done by someone who hopes for Awakening, that I will do. I will not fail. See: persistence & striving! You show me the path: straight, coming ashore in the Deathless. I, through sagacity, will reach it, know it, as the stream of the Ganges, the sea.
Punnamasa (Thag II.26) {vv. 171-172}
Shedding five hindrances so as to reach the unexcelled rest from the yoke, taking the Dhamma as mirror for knowing & seeing myself, I reflected on this body — the whole thing, inside & out, my own & others'. How vain & empty it looked!
Nandaka (Thag II.27) {vv. 173-174}
Just as a fine thoroughbred steed stumbling, regains its stance, feeling all the more urgency, & draws its burden undaunted. In the same way, remember me: consummate in vision, a disciple of the Rightly Self-awakened One, the Awakened One's thoroughbred child, his son.
Kanhadinna (Thag II.30) {vv. 179-180}
Men of integrity have been attended to, the Dhamma repeatedly listened to. Having listened, I followed the straight way, coming ashore in the Deathless. Passion for becoming, having been killed by me, no further such passion is found in me. It neither was nor will be nor is found in me even now.
Sona Potiriyaputta (Thag II.37) {vv. 193-194}
It's not for sleeping, the night garlanded with zodiac stars. The night, for one who knows, is for staying awake. If I were to fall from my elephant's shoulder, and a tusker trampled me, death in battle would be better for me, than that I, defeated, survive.