Theragāthā — Versos dos Monges Anciãos — 2.16 — Mahākāḷa

1There’s a big black woman who looks like a crow.
She broke off thigh-bones, first one then another;
she broke off arm-bones, first one then another;
she broke off a skull like a curd-bowl, and then
arranged them and sat nearby.

2When an ignorant person builds up attachments,
that dullard returns to suffering again and again.
So let one who understands <j>not build up attachments:
may I never again lie with a broken skull!