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Jenta, the High Priest’s Son

Thag 6.9 · Purohitaputtajentattheragāthā

Golden bamboo leaves rest among living green stems in a shaded grove.

I was drunk with the pride of birth and wealth and authority. I wandered about intoxicated with my own gorgeous body.

No one was my equal or my better—or so I thought. I was such an arrogant fool, stuck up, waving my own flag.

I never paid homage to anyone: not even my mother or father, nor others esteemed as respectable. I was stiff with pride, lacking regard for others.

When I saw the foremost leader, the most excellent of charioteers, shining like the sun at the fore of the mendicant Saṅgha,

I discarded conceit and vanity, and, with a clear and confident heart, I bowed down with my head to the supreme among all beings.

The conceit of superiority and the conceit of inferiority have been given up and eradicated. The conceit “I am” is cut off, and every kind of conceit is destroyed.

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Translation by Bhikkhu Sujato and Jessica Walton · SuttaCentral · CC0

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