Psalms of the Brethren CCII: Vaddha

O well in sooth my mother used the goad!
I marked her word, and by my parent taught,
I stirred up effort, put forth all my strength,
And won the goal, th’ enlightenment supreme.

Ar’hant am I, meet for men’s offerings.
Thrice wise, th’ ambrosial vision I behold;
Conquered is Namuci and all his host,
And now I dwell henceforth sane and immune.

Yea, the intoxicants that once were there,
Within, without me, are extracted clean;
Nought doth remain nor may they re-appear.

Lo! wise and ripe in grace the Sister was,
Who spake this word of pregnant good to me:
For thee now even as for me, [my son,]
No jungle of the mind doth bar the way.

A final barrier is made to Ill.
Last mortal frame is this, to which belongs
The way world without end of birth and death,
Nor ever cometh more rebirth [for thee].