Theragāthā — Versos dos Monges Anciãos — 5.3 — Girimānanda

1The heavens rain like a sweet song;
my hut is roofed and pleasant, sheltered from the wind.
I meditate there, peaceful:
so rain forth, heavens, if you wish.

2The heavens rain like a sweet song;
my hut is roofed and pleasant, sheltered from the wind.
I meditate there, my mind at peace:
so rain forth, heavens, if you wish.

3The heavens rain like a sweet song;
my hut is roofed and pleasant, sheltered from the wind.
I meditate there, free of greed:
so rain forth, heavens, if you wish.

4The heavens rain like a sweet song;
my hut is roofed and pleasant, sheltered from the wind.
I meditate there, free of hate:
so rain forth, heavens, if you wish.

5The heavens rain like a sweet song;
my hut is roofed and pleasant, sheltered from the wind.
I meditate there, free of delusion:
so rain forth, heavens, if you wish.