Saṁyutta Nikāya — Discursos Conectados — 48.41 — Old Age

1So I have heard. At one time the Buddha was staying near Sāvatthī in the stilt longhouse of Migāra’s mother in the Eastern Monastery. Then in the late afternoon, the Buddha came out of retreat and sat warming his back in the last rays of the sun.

2Then Venerable Ānanda went up to the Buddha, bowed, and while massaging the Buddha’s limbs he said:

3“It’s incredible, sir, it’s amazing, how the complexion of your skin is no longer pure and bright. Your limbs are flaccid and wrinkled, and your body is stooped. And it’s apparent that there has been a deterioration in your faculties of eye, ear, nose, tongue, and body.”

4“That’s how it is, Ānanda. When young you’re liable to grow old; when healthy you’re liable to get sick; and when alive you’re liable to die. The complexion of the skin is no longer pure and bright. The limbs are flaccid and wrinkled, and the body is stooped. And it’s apparent that there has been a deterioration in the faculties of eye, ear, nose, tongue, and body.”

5That is what the Buddha said. Then the Holy One, the Teacher, went on to say:

6“Curse this wretched old age,
which makes you so ugly.
That’s how much this delightful puppet
is ground down by old age.

7Even if you live for a hundred years,
you’ll still end up dying.
Death spares no one,
but crushes all underfoot.”