Therīgāthā — Versos das Monjas Anciãs — 5.8 — Soṇā

1I gave birth to ten sons
in this form, this bag of bones.
Then, when feeble and old,
I approached a nun.

2She taught me the Dhamma:
the aggregates, sense fields, and elements.
When I heard her teaching,
I shaved off my hair and went forth.

3When I was a trainee nun,
my clairvoyance was clarified,
and I knew my past lives,
the places I used to live.

4I meditate on the signless,
my mind unified and serene.
I achieved the immediate liberation,
quenched by not grasping.

5The five aggregates are fully understood;
they remain, but their root is cut.
Curse you, wretched old age!
now there’ll be no more future lives.