Tipiṭaka
Therīgāthā 21
Đổi bản dịch
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!”