Therīgāthā — Versos das Monjas Anciãs — 5.9 — Bhaddā of the Curly Hair

1My hair plucked out, covered in mud,
I used to wander wearing just one robe.
I saw fault where there was none,
and was blind to the actual fault.

2Leaving my day’s meditation
on Vulture’s Peak Mountain,
I saw the stainless Buddha
at the fore of the mendicant Saṅgha.

3I bent my knee and bowed,
and in his presence raised my cupped palms.
“Come Bhaddā,” he said;
that was my ordination.

4“I’ve wandered among the Aṅgans and Magadhans,
the Vajjis, Kāsis, and Kosalans.
I have eaten the almsfood of the nations
free of debt for fifty years.”

5“O! He has made so much merit!
That lay follower is so very wise.
He gave a robe to Bhaddā,
who is released from all ties.”