
My hut is roofed, comfortable,
free of drafts;
my mind, well-centered,
set free.
I remain ardent.
So, rain-deva.
Go ahead & rain.

Calmed, restrained,
giving counsel unruffled,
he lifts off evil states of mind --
as the breeze,
a leaf from a tree.

See this:
the discernment
of the Tathagatas,
like a fire ablaze in the night,
giving light, giving eyes,
to those who come,
subduing their doubt.

Who scatters the troops
of the King of Death --
as a great flood,
a very weak bridge made of reeds --
is victorious,
for his fears are dispersed.
He's tamed,
unbound,
steadfast in himself.

My preceptor said to me:
Let's go from here, Sivaka.
My body stays in the village,
my mind has gone to the wilds.
Even though I'm lying down,
I go.
There's no tying down
one who knows.

Peacocks,
crested, blue, with gorgeous necks,
cry out in Karamvi,
thrilled by the cold wind.
They awaken the sleeper
to meditate.

I'll make a trade:
aging for the Ageless,
burning for the Unbound:
the highest peace,
the unexcelled rest
from the yoke.

So freed! So freed!
So thoroughly freed am I
from three crooked things:
my sickles, my shovels, my plows.
Even if they were here,
right here,
I'd be done with them,
done.
Meditate, Sumangala.
Meditate, Sumangala.
Sumangala, stay heedful.

Even with all the whistles & whistling,
the calls of the birds,
this, my mind, doesn't waver,
for my delight is in
oneness.

Who's in the hut?
A monk's in the hut --
free from passion,
with well-centered mind.
Know this, my friend:
The hut you built
wasn't wasted.

Exalted in mind & heedful:
a sage trained in sagacity's ways.
He has no sorrows, one who is Such, [*]
calmed & ever mindful.
*tadi: See the Glossary

How light my body!
Touched by abundant
rapture & bliss,
-- like a cotton tuft
borne on the breeze --
it seems to be floating
-- my body!

With clear waters &
massive boulders,
frequented by monkeys &
deer,
covered with moss &
water weeds,
those peaks refresh me.