snakes, waterpots, nibbana, and five minutes peace

A sweet little verse from the Therigatha:

I am freed, freed. I am well-freed

from my pestle, from my cheating husband, from making parasols, and

from my pot that smells like a water-snake. I shoo away passion and

suffering. I have gone to the foot of a tree, where I joyfully think

‘this is bliss’

Or, in Pali:

sumuttike sumuttikA sAdhu muttika mhi musalassa

ahiriko me chattakaM vA pi ukkhalikA me daLiddabhAvA ti

rAgan ca ahaM dosan ca vicchindanti viharAmi

sA rukkhamUlam upagamma aho sukhan ti sukhato jhAyAmi

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