Therīgāthā 21

Verses of the Senior Nuns 2.3

The Book of the Twos

Sumaṅgala’s Mother

1 I’m well freed, well freed,

so very well freed from the pestle!

My shameless husband was most certainly a mushroom,

my mortar wafted like an eel.

2 Greed and hate sizzle and hiss

as I squelch them.

Having gone to the root of a tree,

I meditate happily, thinking, “Oh, what bliss!”