The Arahat |
The fever of passion exists not for one
who has completed the journey, who is sorrowless
and wholly set free, and has broken all ties.
The mindful ones exert themselves. They
are not attached to any home; like swans that
abandon the lake, they leave home after home behind.
Those who do not accumulate and are
wise regarding food, whose object is the Void,
the unconditioned freedom--their track cannot
be traced, like that of birds in the air.
One whose cankers are destroyed and who
is not attached to food, whose object is the Void,
the unconditioned freedom--one's path cannot be
traced, like that of birds in the air.
Even the gods hold dear the wise, whose
senses are subdued like horses well-trained by a
charioteer, whose pride is destroyed and who are
free from the cankers.
There is no more worldly existence for
the wise one, who, like the earth, resents nothing;
who is as firm as a high pillar and as pure as a
deep pool free from mud.
Calm is one's thought, calm one's speech and
calm one's deed, who, truly knowing, is wholly,
freed, perfectly tranquil and wise.
The person who is without blind faith,
who knows the Uncreate, who has severed all
links, who has destroyed all causes (for kamma,
good and evil), and who has thrown out all desires
--that person truly is the most excellent of people.
Inspiring, indeed, is that place where
Arahats dwell, be it a village, a forest,
a vale or a hill.
Inspiring are the forests where worldlings
find no pleasure. There the passionless will
rejoice, for they seek no sensual pleasures.