{"collection":"Buddhism","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/bud/thag/thag1.htm","path":"bud/thag/thag1.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/bud/thag/thag1.htm","text":"Note: Unless otherwise indicated, these suttas were translated from the Pali by Thanissaro Bhikkhu.\nMy hut is roofed, comfortable,\nfree of drafts;\nmy mind, well-centered,\nset free.\nI remain ardent.\nSo, rain-deva.\nGo ahead & rain.\nCalmed, restrained,\ngiving counsel unruffled,\nhe lifts off evil states of mind --\nas the breeze,\na leaf from a tree.\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 See this:\nthe discernment\nof the Tathagatas,\nlike a fire ablaze in the night,\ngiving light, giving eyes,\nto those who come,\nsubduing their doubt.\n[Related reading: Ud V.7 (Kankharevata = Revata the Doubter).]\nWho scatters the troops\nof the King of Death --\nas a great flood,\na very weak bridge made of reeds --\nis victorious,\nfor his fears are dispersed.\nHe's tamed,\nunbound,\nsteadfast in himself.\nMy preceptor said to me:\nLet's go from here, Sivaka.\nMy body stays in the village,\nmy mind has gone to the wilds.\nEven though I'm lying down,\nI go.\nThere's no tying down\none who knows.\nJust as a fine thoroughbred steed,\nwith swishing tail & mane\nruns with next-to-no effort,\nso my days & nights\nrun with next-to-no effort\nnow that I've gained a happiness\nnot of the flesh.\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Peacocks,\ncrested, blue, with gorgeous necks,\ncry out in Karamvi,\nthrilled by the cold wind.\nThey awaken the sleeper\nto meditate.\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Harita,\nraise yourself up-\nright\nand, straightening your mind\n-- like a fletcher, an arrow --\nshatter ignorance\nto bits.\nI'll make a trade:\naging for the Ageless,\nburning for the Unbound:\nthe highest peace,\nthe unexcelled rest\nfrom the yoke.\nLightning lands on the cleft\nbetween Vebhara & Pandava,\nbut,\nhaving gone to the cleft in the mountains,\nhe's absorbed in jhana -- the son\nof the one without compare,\nthe one who is Such.\nSo freed! So freed!\nSo thoroughly freed am I\nfrom three crooked things:\nmy sickles, my shovels, my plows.\nEven if they were here,\nright here,\nI'd be done with them,\ndone.\nMeditate, Sumangala.\nMeditate, Sumangala.\nSumangala, stay heedful.\nEven with all the whistles & whistling,\nthe calls of the birds,\nthis, my mind, doesn't waver,\nfor my delight is in\noneness.\nThe earth's sprinkled\nwith rain, wind\nis blowing, lightning\nwanders the sky,\nbut my thoughts are stilled,\nwell-centered\nmy mind.\nWho's in the hut?\nA monk's in the hut --\nfree from passion,\nwith well-centered mind.\nKnow this, my friend:\nThe hut you built\nwasn't wasted.\nExalted in mind & heedful:\na sage trained in sagacity's ways.\nHe has no sorrows, one who is Such,[1]\ncalmed & ever mindful.\n1. Tadi: \"Such,\" an adjective to describe one who has attained the goal. It indicates that the person's state is indefinable but not subject to change or influences of any sort. [Go back]\nAsleep the whole night,\ndelighting in company by day:\nwhen, when\nwill the fool\nbring suffering & stress\nto an end?\nSensual pleasures are stressful,\nEraka.\nSensual pleasures aren't ease.\nWhoever loves sensual pleasures\nloves stress, Eraka.\nWhoever doesn't,\ndoesn't love stress.\nI'm blind,\nmy eyes are destroyed.\nI've stumbled\non a wilderness track.\nEven\nif I must crawl,\nI'll go on,\nbut not with an evil companion.\nHow light my body!\nTouched by abundant\nrapture & bliss,\n-- like a cotton tuft\nborne on the breeze --\nit seems to be floating\n-- my body!\nGoing forth is hard;\nhouses are hard places to live;\nthe Dhamma is deep;\nwealth, hard to obtain;\nit's hard to keep going\nwith whatever we get:\nso it's right that we ponder\ncontinually\ncontinual\ninconstancy.\nWith clear waters &\nmassive boulders,\nfrequented by monkeys &\ndeer,\ncovered with moss &\nwater weeds,\nthose rocky crags refresh me.\nAs if sent by a curse,\nit drops on us --\naging.\nThe body seems other,\nthough it's still the same one.\nI'm still here\n& have never been absent from it,\nbut I remember myself\nas if somebody else's.\nThe five aggregates,\nhaving been comprehended,\nstand with their root\ncut through.\nFor me\nthe ending of stress\nis reached;\nthe ending of fermentations,\nattained.","title":"Theragatha I","type":"page"}