Intoxicated by my appearance, my figure, my beauty, my fame, and owing to my youth, I looked down on others.
“Mattā vaṇṇena rūpena, sobhaggena yasena ca; Yobbanena cupatthaddhā, aññāsamatimaññihaṁ.
I adorned this body all pretty, lamented by fools, and stood at the brothel door, like a hunter setting a snare.
Vibhūsetvā imaṁ kāyaṁ, sucittaṁ bālalāpanaṁ; Aṭṭhāsiṁ vesidvāramhi, luddo pāsamivoḍḍiya.
I stripped for them, revealing my many hidden treasures. Creating an intricate illusion, I laughed, teasing those men.
Piḷandhanaṁ vidaṁsentī, guyhaṁ pakāsikaṁ bahuṁ; Akāsiṁ vividhaṁ māyaṁ, ujjagghantī bahuṁ janaṁ.
Today, having wandered for alms, my head shaven, wearing the outer robe, I sat at the root of a tree to meditate; I’ve gained freedom from thought.
Sājja piṇḍaṁ caritvāna, muṇḍā saṅghāṭipārutā; Nisinnā rukkhamūlamhi, avitakkassa lābhinī.
All yokes are severed, both human and heavenly. Having wiped out all defilements, I have become cooled and quenched.
Sabbe yogā samucchinnā, ye dibbā ye ca mānusā; Khepetvā āsave sabbe, sītibhūtāmhi nibbutā”ti.
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… Vimalā purāṇagaṇikā therī ….
