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Seeing your eyes, my sensual delight
grows all the more.
Even if you should go far away,
I will think only of your pure,
long-lashed gaze,
for there is nothing dearer to me
than your eyes, O nymph with the languid regard.”
”You want to stray from the road,
you want the moon as a plaything,
you want to jump over Mount Sineru,
you who have designs on one born of the Buddha.
For there is nothing anywhere at all
in the cosmos with its gods,
that would be an object of passion for me.
I don”t even know what that passion would be,
for it”s been killed, root & all, by the path.
Like embers from a pit — scattered,
like a bowl of poison — evaporated,
I don”t even see what that passion would be,
for it”s been killed, root & all, by the path.
Try to seduce one who hasn”t reflected on this,
or who has not followed the Master”s teaching.
But try it with this one who knows
and you suffer.
For in the midst of praise & blame,
pleasure & pain,
my mindfulness stands firm.
Knowing the unattractiveness
of things compounded,
my mind cleaves to nothing at all.
I am a follower of the one well-gone,
riding the vehicle of the eightfold way:
My arrow removed, effluent-free,
I delight, having gone to an empty dwelling.
For I have seen well-painted puppets,
hitched up with sticks & strings,
made to dance in various ways.
When the sticks & strings are removed,
thrown away, scattered, shredded,
smashed into pieces, not to be found,
in what will the mind there make its home
This body of mine, which is just like that,
when devoid of dhammas doesn”t function.
When, devoid of dhammas, it doesn”t function,
in what will the mind there make its home
Like a mural you”ve seen, painted on a wall,
smeared with yellow orpiment,
there your vision has been distorted,
meaningless your human perception.
Like an evaporated mirage,
like a tree of gold in a dream,
like a magic show in the midst of a crowd —
you run blind after what is unreal.
Resembling a ball of sealing wax,
set in a hollow,
with a bubble in the middle
and bathed with tears,
eye secretions are born there too:
The parts of the eye
are rolled all together
in various ways.”
Plucking out her lovely eye,
with mind unattached
she felt no regret.
”Here, take this eye. It”s yours.”
Straightaway she gave it to him.
Straightaway his passion faded right there,
and he begged her forgiveness.
”Be well, follower of the holy life.
This sort of thing
won”t happen again.
Harming a person like you
is like embracing a blazing fire.
It”s as if I have seized a poisonous snake.
So may you be well. Forgive me.”
And released from there, the nun
went to the excellent Buddha”s presence.
When she saw the mark of his excellent merit,
her eye became
as it was before.
— Thig 14
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§ 1.5. Now at that time Ven. Anuruddha, going through the Kosalan countryside on his way to Savatthi, arrived in the evening at a certain village. And at that time a rest house had been set up by a woman in that village. So Ven. Anuruddha went to the woman and, on arrival, said to her, "If it is no inconvenience for you, sister, I will stay for one night in the rest house."
"You are welcome to stay, venerable sir."
Then other travelers went to that woman and, on arrival, said, "If it is no inconvenience for you, lady, we will stay for one night in the rest house."
"This master has arrived first. If he gives his permission, you may stay."
So the travelers went to Ven. Anuruddha and on arrival said to him, "If it is no inconvenience for you, venerable sir, we will stay for one night in the rest house."
"You are welcome to stay, friends."
Now it so happened that the woman had fallen in love with Ven. Anuruddha at first sight, s…
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