Thig 2.3 — Verses of the Elder Sumaṅgala’s Mother

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Thig 2:3 Sumaṅgala’s Mother

So freed! So freed!
So thoroughly freed am I—
    from my pestle,
    my shameless husband
    & his sun-shade making,
    my moldy old pot
    with its water-snake smell.
Aversion & passion
I cut with a chop.
Having come to the foot of a tree,
I do jhāna, from the bliss thinking:
    “What bliss!”