Theragāthā 16.3
Translators: sujato
Verses of the Senior Monks 16.3
Vīsatinipāta
The Book of the Twenties
Paṭhamavagga
Chapter One
Telakānittheragāthā
Telakāni
“Cirarattaṁ vatātāpī,
For a long time, sadly,
dhammaṁ anuvicintayaṁ;
though I keenly contemplated the teaching,
Samaṁ cittassa nālatthaṁ,
I gained no peace of mind.
pucchaṁ samaṇabrāhmaṇe.
So I asked this of ascetics and brahmins:
‘Ko so pāraṅgato loke,
“Who in the world have crossed over?
ko patto amatogadhaṁ;
Whose attainment culminates in freedom from death?
Kassa dhammaṁ paṭicchāmi,
Whose teaching do I accept
paramatthavijānanaṁ’.
to understand the ultimate goal?
Antovaṅkagato āsi,
I was hooked inside,
macchova ghasamāmisaṁ;
like a fish gulping bait;
Baddho mahindapāsena,
bound like the titan Vepaciti
vepacityasuro yathā.
in Mahinda’s trap.
Añchāmi naṁ na muñcāmi,
Dragging it along, I’m not free
asmā sokapariddavā;
from grief and lamentation.
Ko me bandhaṁ muñcaṁ loke,
Who will free me from bonds in the world,
sambodhiṁ vedayissati.
so that I may know awakening?
Samaṇaṁ brāhmaṇaṁ vā kaṁ,
What ascetic or brahmin
ādisantaṁ pabhaṅgunaṁ;
points out what is frail?
Kassa dhammaṁ paṭicchāmi,
Whose teaching do I accept
jarāmaccupavāhanaṁ.
to sweep away old age and death?
Vicikicchākaṅkhāganthitaṁ,
Tied up with uncertainty and doubt,
sārambhabalasaññutaṁ;
secured by the power of aggression,
Kodhappattamanatthaddhaṁ,
stiff as a mind beset by anger;
abhijappappadāraṇaṁ.
the arrow of covetousness,
Taṇhādhanusamuṭṭhānaṁ,
propelled by the bow of craving,
dve ca pannarasāyutaṁ;
is stuck in my twice-fifteen ribcage—
Passa orasikaṁ bāḷhaṁ,
see how it stands in my breast,
bhetvāna yadi tiṭṭhati.
breaking my strong heart.
Anudiṭṭhīnaṁ appahānaṁ,
Speculative views are not abandoned,
saṅkappaparatejitaṁ;
they are sharpened by memories and intentions;
Tena viddho pavedhāmi,
and pierced by this I tremble,
pattaṁva māluteritaṁ.
like a leaf blowing in the gale.
Ajjhattaṁ me samuṭṭhāya,
Having arisen within,
khippaṁ paccati māmakaṁ;
what belongs to me burns quickly,
Chaphassāyatanī kāyo,
in that place where the body always heads
yattha sarati sabbadā.
with its six sense-fields of contact.
Taṁ na passāmi tekicchaṁ,
I don’t see a healer
yo metaṁ sallamuddhare;
who can pull out my dart of doubt
Nānārajjena satthena,
without a lance
nāññena vicikicchitaṁ.
or some other blade.
Ko me asattho avaṇo,
Without knife or wound,
Sallamabbhantarapassayaṁ;
who will pull out this dart
Ahiṁsaṁ sabbagattāni,
that’s stuck inside me,
Sallaṁ me uddharissati.
without harming any part of my body?
Dhammappati hi so seṭṭho,
He really would be the Lord of the Dhamma,
visadosappavāhako;
the best one to cure the damage of poison;
Gambhīre patitassa me,
when I have fallen into deep waters,
thalaṁ pāṇiñca dassaye.
he would show me his hand and the shore.
Rahadehamasmi ogāḷho,
I’ve plunged into a lake,
ahāriyarajamattike;
and I can’t wash off the mud and dirt.
Māyāusūyasārambha,
It’s full of fraud, jealousy, aggression,
thinamiddhamapatthaṭe.
and dullness and drowsiness.
Uddhaccameghathanitaṁ,
Like a thunder-cloud of restlessness,
saṁyojanavalāhakaṁ;
like a rain cloud of fetters;
Vāhā vahanti kuddiṭṭhiṁ,
lustful thoughts are winds
saṅkappā rāganissitā.
that sweep off a person with bad views.
Savanti sabbadhi sotā,
The streams flow everywhere;
latā ubbhijja tiṭṭhati;
a weed springs up and remains.
Te sote ko nivāreyya,
Who will block the streams?
taṁ lataṁ ko hi checchati.
Who will cut the weed?”
Velaṁ karotha bhaddante,
“Venerable sir, build a dam
sotānaṁ sannivāraṇaṁ;
to block the streams.
Mā te manomayo soto,
Don’t let your mind-made streams
rukkhaṁva sahasā luve.
cut you down suddenly like a tree.”
Evaṁ me bhayajātassa,
That is how, when I was full of fear,
apārā pāramesato;
seeking the far shore from the near,
Tāṇo paññāvudho satthā,
my shelter was the teacher <j>whose weapon is wisdom,
isisaṅghanisevito.
surrounded by the Saṅgha of seers.
Sopāṇaṁ sugataṁ suddhaṁ,
As I was being swept away,
dhammasāramayaṁ daḷhaṁ;
he gave me a strong, simple ladder,
Pādāsi vuyhamānassa,
made of the heartwood of Dhamma,
‘mā bhāyī’ti ca mabravi.
and he said to me: “Do not fear.”
Satipaṭṭhānapāsādaṁ,
I climbed the tower of mindfulness meditation,
āruyha paccavekkhisaṁ;
and checked back down
Yaṁ taṁ pubbe amaññissaṁ,
at people delighting in substantial reality,
sakkāyābhirataṁ pajaṁ.
as I had obsessed over in the past.
Yadā ca maggamaddakkhiṁ,
When I saw the path,
nāvāya abhirūhanaṁ;
as I was embarking on the ship,
Anadhiṭṭhāya attānaṁ,
without fixating on the self,
titthamaddakkhimuttamaṁ.
I saw the supreme landing-place.
Sallaṁ attasamuṭṭhānaṁ,
The dart that arises in oneself,
bhavanettippabhāvitaṁ;
and that which stems from the conduit to rebirth:
Etesaṁ appavattāya,
he taught the supreme path
desesi maggamuttamaṁ.
for the canceling of these.
Dīgharattānusayitaṁ,
For a long time it had lain within me;
cirarattamadhiṭṭhitaṁ;
for a long time it was fixed in me:
Buddho mepānudī ganthaṁ,
the Buddha cast off the knot,
visadosappavāhano”ti.
curing the damage of poison.
… Telakāni thero ….