Theragāthā — Versos dos Monges Anciãos — 4.1 — Nāgasamāla

1Adorned with jewelry and all dressed up,
with garlands, and sandalwood makeup piled on,
along the main street is a lady—
a dancer dancing as the music plays.

2I entered for alms,
and while walking along I glanced at her,
adorned with jewelry and all dressed up,
set up like a snare of death.

3Then the realization
came upon me—
the danger became clear,
and I grew firmly disillusioned.

4Then my mind was freed—
behold the clear rightness of the teaching!
I’ve attained the three knowledges
and fulfilled the Buddha’s instructions.