Psalms of the Brethren CXCIII: Rahula

Twice blest of fortune am I whom my friends
Call ‘Lucky Rahula.’ For I am both
Child of the Buddha and a Seer of truths;

Yea, and intoxicants are purged from me;
Yea, and there’s no more coming back to be.
Ar’hant am I, worthy men’s offerings;
‘Thrice skilled’ my ken is of ambrosial things.

Blinded are beings by their sense-desires,
Spread o’er them like a net; covered are they
By cloak of craving; by their heedless ways
Caught as a fish in mouth of funnel-net,

But I, that call of sense abandoning,
Have cut and snapt the bonds of devil’s lure.
Craving with craving’s root abolishing;
Cool am I now; extinct is fever’s fire.