Theragāthā — Versos dos Monges Anciãos — 4.11 — Sappaka

1When the crane with its beautiful white wings,
startled by fear of the dark cloud,
flees, seeking shelter—
then the River Ajakaraṇī delights me.

2When the crane, so very pure and white,
startled by fear of the dark rcloud,
seeks a cave to shelter in, but can’t see one—
then the River Ajakaraṇī delights me.

3Who wouldn’t be delighted
by the black plum trees
that grace both banks of the river,
there, behind my cave?

4Well rid of the pack of jackals, <j>mad for the dead,
the lazy frogs croak:
“Today is no time to stray from mountain streams;
Ajakaraṇī is safe, pleasant, and delightful.”