I.1 — An Anonymous Bhikkhuni {v. 1} [go up]

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.

I.3 — Punna {v. 3} [go up]

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

I.11 — Mutta {v. 11} [go up]

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.

I.17 — Dhamma {v. 17} [go up]

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.