“The world is shrouded in ignorance.” replied the Buddha. “Avarice and negligence make it not shine. Muttered prayer is its sullying, I say. Suffering is its greatest fear.”
“That wisdom and mindfulness,” said Venerable Ajita, “and that which is name and form, good fellow; when questioned, please tell me of this: where does this all cease?”
“Paññā ceva sati yañca, (iccāyasmā ajito) Nāmarūpañca mārisa; Etaṁ me puṭṭho pabrūhi, Katthetaṁ uparujjhati”.
“This question which you have asked, I shall answer you, Ajita. Where name and form cease with no residue left behind— with the cessation of consciousness, here they cease.”
“There are those who have appraised the teaching, and many kinds of trainees here. Now you, being alert, are asked to tell me their behavior, good fellow.”
“Ye ca saṅkhātadhammāse, ye ca sekhā puthū idha; Tesaṁ me nipako iriyaṁ, puṭṭho pabrūhi mārisa”.
“Not greedy for sensual pleasures, their mind would be unclouded. Skilled in all things, a mendicant would wander mindful.”
