Since I went forth
from home into homelessness,
I haven't known
an ignoble, aversive resolve.
"May these beings
		be destroyed,
		be slaughtered,
		fall into pain" —
I've not known this resolve
in this long, long time.
But I have known good will,
	unlimited,
	fully developed,
	nurtured step after step,
as taught by the One
		Awake:
	to all, a friend;
	to all, a comrade;
	for all beings, sympathetic.
And I develop a mind of good will,
delighting in non-malevolence — always.
Unvanquished, unshaken,
I gladden the mind.
I develop the sublime abiding,
	not frequented by
	the lowly.

Attaining no-thinking,
the disciple of the Rightly
Self-awakened One
is endowed with noble silence
	straightaway.

As a mountain of rock
	is unmoving,
	firmly established,
so a monk, with the ending of delusion,
like a mountain, doesn't quake.

To a person without blemish,
constantly in search of what's pure,
a hair-tip of evil
seems a storm cloud.

As a frontier fortress is guarded
	within & without,
you should safeguard yourselves.
Don't let the moment
		pass you by.

I don't delight in death,
don't delight in living.
I await my time
like a worker his wage.
I don't delight in death,
don't delight in living.
I await my time
mindful, alert.

The Teacher has been served by me;
the Awakened One's bidding,
			done;
the heavy load, 		laid down;
the guide to becoming, 	uprooted.
And the goal for which I went forth
from home life into homelessness
I've reached:
			the end
			of all fetters.
Attain completion through heedfulness:
		that is my message.
So then, I'm about to be
Unbound.
I'm released
			everywhere.