Ornamented, finely clothed
	garlanded, adorned,
her feet stained red with lac,
	she wore slippers:
		a courtesan.

Stepping out of her slippers — 
	her hands raised before me,
	palm-to-palm over her heart — 
she softly, tenderly,
	in measured words
	spoke to me first:
"You are young, recluse.
	Heed my message:
Partake of human sensuality.
	I will give you luxury.
Truly I vow to you,
	I will tend to you as to a fire.
When we are old,
	both leaning on canes,
then we will both become contemplatives,
	winning the benefits of both worlds."

And seeing her before me — 
	a courtesan, ornamented, finely clothed,
	hands palm-to-palm over her heart — 
		like a snare of death laid out,
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 Buddha's bidding,
	done.