“Puttasokenahaṁ aṭṭā,
khittacittā visaññinī;
Naggā pakiṇṇakesī ca,
tena tena vicārihaṁ.
Tormented by the loss of my child
deranged demented
Nude, hair matted
I wandered aimlessly.
Vīthi saṅkārakūṭesu,
susāne rathiyāsu ca;
Acariṁ tīṇi vassāni,
khuppipāsāsamappitā.
Resting in trash piles,
cemeteries and roadways;
Like this for three long years.
Hungry. Thirsty.
Athaddasāsiṁ sugataṁ,
nagaraṁ mithilaṁ pati;
Adantānaṁ dametāraṁ,
sambuddhamakutobhayaṁ.
Then I saw him, the Blessed One,
near the city of Mithilā,
The Awakened One, tamer of the feral heart;
Fearless.
Sacittaṁ paṭiladdhāna,
vanditvāna upāvisiṁ;
So me dhammamadesesi,
anukampāya gotamo.
Regaining my senses
I paid homage and sat near.
In compassion, Gotama himself
taught me the Dhamma.
Tassa dhammaṁ suṇitvāna,
pabbajiṁ anagāriyaṁ;
Yuñjantī satthuvacane,
sacchākāsiṁ padaṁ sivaṁ.
On hearing his teaching
I went forth as a nun.
Striving with his teaching
I realized the blessed state.
Sabbe sokā samucchinnā,
pahīnā etadantikā;
Pariññātā hi me vatthū,
yato sokāna sambhavo”ti.
All grief is cut off – eliminated.
Done.
Because I fully comprehended
where it came from.
