Theragāthā — Versos dos Monges Anciãos — 6.11 — Nhātakamuni

1“Struck by a wind ailment
while dwelling in a forest grove,
you’ve entered a tough resort for gathering alms—
how will you get by, monk?”

2“Pervading this bag of bones
with abundant rapture and happiness,
putting up with what’s tough,
I’ll dwell in the forest.

3Developing the seven awakening factors,
the faculties and the powers,
endowed with subtle absorptions,
I’ll dwell without defilements.

4Freed from corruptions,
my pure mind is unclouded.
Frequently reviewing this,
I’ll meditate without defilements.

5Those defilements that were found in me,
internally and externally,
are all cut off without remainder,
and will not arise again.

6The five aggregates are fully understood,
they remain, but their root is cut.
I have reached the ending of suffering,
now there’ll be no more future lives.”