"Sick, putrid, unclean:
look, Nanda, at this physical heap.
Through contemplation of the foul,
develop your mind,
make it one, well-centered.

	As this [your body], so that.
	As that, so this.
It gives off a foul stench,
the delight of fools."

Considering it thus,
untiring, both day & night,
I, with my own discernment
	dissecting it,
		saw.

And as I, heedful,
	examined it aptly,
this body — as it actually is — 
was seen inside & out.

Then was I disenchanted with the body
	& dispassionate within:
Heedful, detached,
	calmed was I.

		Unbound.