{"collection":"Khuddaka Nikaya","full_text_available":true,"graph_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/api/page/suttacentral_thig13.3/graph","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/page/suttacentral_thig13.3","id":"suttacentral_thig13.3","license":"CC0","rights_basis":"suttacentral_bilara_data_cc0","source":"suttacentral","source_url":"https://suttacentral.net/thig13.3/en/sujato","summary":null,"tags":["Early Buddhist Texts","Khuddaka Nikaya"],"text":"\u201cOnce I carried a hermit\u2019s staff, but these days I hunt deer. My desires have made me unable to cross from the awful marsh to the far shore. Thinking me so in love with her, C\u0101p\u0101 kept our son happy. Having cut C\u0101p\u0101\u2019s bond, I\u2019ll go forth once again.\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t be mad at me, great hero! Don\u2019t be mad at me, great sage! If you\u2019re mired in anger you can\u2019t stay pure, let alone be fervent.\u201d \u201cI\u2019m going to leave N\u0101l\u0101! For who\u2019d stay here at N\u0101l\u0101! With their figures, the women trap ascetics who live righteously.\u201d \u201cPlease, K\u0101\u1e37a, come back to me. Enjoy pleasures like you did before. I\u2019ll be under your control, along with any relatives I have.\u201d \u201cC\u0101p\u0101, if even a quarter of what you say were true, it would be a splendid thing for a man in love with you!\u201d \u201cK\u0101\u1e37a, I am like a sprouting iris flowering on a mountain top, like a blossoming pomegranate, like a patala tree on an isle; my limbs are anointed with yellow sandalwood, and I wear the finest K\u0101si cloth: when I am so very beautiful, how can you abandon me and leave?\u201d \u201cYou\u2019re like a fowler who wants to catch a bird; but you won\u2019t trap me with your costumed form.\u201d \u201cBut this child, my fruit, was begotten by you, K\u0101\u1e37a. When I have this child, how can you abandon me and leave?\u201d \u201cThe wise give up children, family, and wealth. Great heroes go forth like elephants breaking their bonds.\u201d \u201cNow, this son of yours: I\u2019ll strike him to the ground right here, with a stick or with a knife! Grieving your son, you will not leave.\u201d \u201cEven if you feed our son to jackals and dogs, I\u2019d never return again, you bitch, not even for the child\u2019s sake.\u201d \u201cWell then, sir, tell me, where will you go, K\u0101\u1e37a? To what village or town, city or capital?\u201d \u201cLast time we had followers, we weren\u2019t ascetics, we just thought we were. We wandered from village to village, to cities and capitals. But now the Blessed One, the Buddha, back on the bank of the Nera\u00f1jara River, teaches the Dhamma so that living creatures may abandon all suffering. I shall go to his presence, he shall be my Teacher.\u201d \u201cNow please convey my respects to the supreme protector of the world. Circling him to your right, dedicate my religious donation.\u201d \u201cThis is the proper thing to do, just as you have said to me. I\u2019ll convey your respects to the supreme protector of the world. Circling him to my right, I\u2019ll dedicate your religious donation.\u201d Then K\u0101\u1e37a set out back to the bank of the Nera\u00f1jara River. He saw the Awakened One teaching the state free of death: suffering, suffering\u2019s origin, suffering\u2019s transcendence, and the noble eightfold path that leads to the stilling of suffering. He paid homage at his feet, circling him to his right, and conveyed C\u0101p\u0101\u2019s dedication; then he went forth to homelessness. He attained the three knowledges, and fulfilled the Buddha\u2019s instructions.","title":"C\u0101p\u0101","tradition":"Khuddaka Nikaya","translated_text":null,"word_count":506}