Theragāthā — Versos dos Monges Anciãos — 6.2 — Tekicchakāri

1“The rice has been harvested
and gathered on the threshing-floor—
but I don’t get any almsfood!
How will I get by?”

2“In faith, recollect the immeasurable Buddha!
Your body soaked with rapture, <j>you’ll always be full of joy.

3In faith, recollect the immeasurable teaching!
Your body soaked with rapture, <j>you’ll always be full of joy.

4In faith, recollect the immeasurable Saṅgha!
Your body soaked with rapture, <j>you’ll always be full of joy.”

5“You stay in the open,
though these winter nights are cold.
Don’t perish, overcome with cold;
enter your dwelling, with door shut fast.”

6“I’ll realize the four immeasurable states,
and meditate happily in them.
I won’t perish, overcome with cold;
I’ll dwell unperturbed.”