Theragāthā — Versos dos Monges Anciãos — 2.46 — Cūḷaka

1The peacocks cry out with their fair crests and tails,
their lovely blue necks and fair faces, <j>their beautiful song and their call.
This broad earth is lush with grass and dew,
and the firmament is full of beautiful clouds.

2One practicing absorption is happy in mind, <j>and their appearance is uplifting;
going forth in the teaching of the Buddha <j>is easy for a good person.
Realize that supreme state that does not pass,
so very pure, subtle, and hard to see.