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Thig 6.2 · Vāseṭṭhītherīgāthā

A pine branch reflected in an open still pond.

Struck down with grief for my son, deranged, out of my mind, nude, my hair flying, I wandered here and there.

I lived on rubbish heaps, in cemeteries and highways. For three years I wandered, stricken by hunger and thirst.

Then I saw the Holy One back at the city of Mithilā. Tamer of the untamed, the Awakened One fears nothing from any quarter.

Regaining my mind, I paid homage and sat down. Out of compassion Gotama taught me the Dhamma.

After hearing his teaching, I went forth to homelessness. Applying myself to the Teacher’s words, I realized the state of grace.

All sorrows are cut off, given up, they end here. I’ve fully understood the basis from which grief comes to be.

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Translation by Bhikkhu Sujato and Jessica Walton · SuttaCentral · CC0

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