Even though I’m skinny, sick, and very feeble, I climb the mountain, leaning on a staff.
“Kiñcāpi khomhi kisikā, gilānā bāḷhadubbalā; Daṇḍamolubbha gacchāmi, pabbataṁ abhirūhiya.
Having laid down my outer robe, and overturned my bowl, propping myself against a rock, I shattered the mass of darkness.
Saṅghāṭiṁ nikkhipitvāna, pattakañca nikujjiya; Sele khambhesimattānaṁ, tamokhandhaṁ padāliyā”ti.
