Aṅguttara Nikāya — Discursos Numerados — 3.128 — Bitter

1At one time the Buddha was staying near Varanasi in the deer park at Isipatana.

2Then the Buddha robed up in the morning and, taking his bowl and robe, entered Varanasi for alms. While the Buddha was walking for alms near the cow-hitching place at the wavy leaf fig, he saw a disgruntled monk who was looking for pleasure in external things, unmindful, without situational awareness or immersion, with straying mind and undisciplined faculties.

3The Buddha said to him, “Monk, don’t be bitter. If you’re bitter, festering with putrefaction, flies will, without a doubt, plague and infest you.”

4Hearing this advice of the Buddha, that monk was struck with a sense of urgency. Then, after the meal, on his return from almsround, the Buddha told the mendicants what had happened. …

6When he said this, one of the mendicants said to the Buddha:

7“Sir, what is this ‘bitterness’? What is ‘putrefaction’? And what are the ‘flies’?”

8“Desire is bitterness; ill will is the putrefaction; and bad, unskillful thoughts are the flies. If you’re bitter, festering with putrefaction, flies will, without a doubt, plague and infest you.

9When your eyes and ears are unguarded,
and you’re not restrained in your sense faculties,
flies—those lustful thoughts—
will plague you.

10A mendicant who’s bitter,
festering with putrefaction,
is far from being extinguished,
distress is their lot.

11Whether in village or wilderness,
if they don’t find serenity in themselves,
the fool, the simpleton departs,
honored only by flies.

12But those who have ethics,
lovers of wisdom and peace,
they, being peaceful, sleep at ease,
since they’ve got rid of the flies.”