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The Conduct of the Lotus-eaters

Cp 24 · Bhisacariya

A weathered pine on a quiet rocky hillside.

“Then again when I was in the capital citadel of Kāsi, a sister and seven brothers were born in a learned family.

I was the first-born of them all, furnishing with pure conscience. Seeing rebirth as fearful, I longed for renunciation.

Sent for by my mother and father, my friends with one mind invited me to enjoy sensual pleasures, saying: ‘Maintain the family lineage.’

The words they said about the ways a householder can find happiness, were hard for me to hear, like a heated ploughshare.

When I turned down their proposal, they asked me what I wished for: ‘My dear, what is it that you wish, since you do not long for sensual pleasures?’

I spoke to my beneficiaries, wanting what is best. ‘I wish not for the householder’s state, I long for renunciation.’

Hearing my words, they told my mother and father. My parents said this: ‘Sirs, let all of us go forth!’

So both my mother and father, sister and seven brothers, discarding countless riches, entered the great forest.”

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Translation by Bhikkhu Sujato · SuttaCentral · CC0

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