Thig 6.2 - Vāseṭṭhī
Translated by Bhikkhu Sujato
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Verses of the Senior Nuns 6.2
The Book of the Sixes
Vāseṭṭhī
Struck down with grief for my son,
deranged, out of my mind,
nude, my hair flying,
I wandered here and there.
I lived on rubbish heaps,
in cemeteries and highways.
For three years I wandered,
stricken by hunger and thirst.
Then I saw the Holy One
back at the city of Mithilā.
Tamer of the untamed,
the Awakened One fears nothing from any quarter.
Regaining my mind,
I paid homage and sat down.
Out of compassion
Gotama taught me the Dhamma.
After hearing his teaching,
I went forth to homelessness.
Applying myself to the Teacher’s words,
I realized the state of grace.
All sorrows are cut off,
given up, they end here.
I’ve fully understood the basis
from which grief comes to be.