If, in front or behind,
there is no one else, 
it's extremely pleasant
for one staying alone
in the forest.

Come then! Alone
I will go to the wilderness
	praised	by the Awakened One
	pleasant	for a resolute monk
		dwelling alone.

Alone, 
astute in my goal,
I'll quickly enter the grove
	— refreshing,
	giving rapture
	to meditators — 
		the haunt 
	of elephants in rut.

When the Cool Forest's in full flower,
in a cool mountain gorge,
having bathed my limbs
I'll walk back & forth.
	alone.

Ah, when will I dwell,
alone and free from companions,
in the refreshing great forest — 
	my task done,
	fermentation-free?

As I desire to do this, 
may my purpose succeed.
	I myself 
will bring it about.
	No one can do it
	for anyone else.



	I myself
bind on my armor.
I will enter the grove
and will not emerge
without having attained
fermentations' end.

While soft breezes blow — 
	cool,
	heavily, fragrantly scented — 
I'll make ignorance burst,
as I sit on a mountaintop.

In the forest covered with blossoms
or perhaps on a cool hillside,
blessed with the bliss of release,
on Giribbaja I'll delight. 



	I am now he
whose resolves are fulfilled
like the moon on a full-moon night.
	With all fermentations
	totally ended,
	there is now no further becoming.