“Punāparaṁ yadā homi, jaṭilo uggatāpano;“Then again when I was a matted-hair ascetic of severe penance, Mātaṅgo nāma nāmena, sīlavā susamāhito.Mātaṅga was my name, I was virtuous and serene.

Ahañca brāhmaṇo eko, gaṅgākūle vasāmubho;A brahmin and I both lived on a bank of the Ganges. Ahaṁ vasāmi upari, heṭṭhā vasati brāhmaṇo.I stayed upstream, the brahmin downstream.

Vicaranto anukūlamhi, uddhaṁ me assamaddasa;Wandering along the riverbank, he saw my hermitage upstream. Tattha maṁ paribhāsetvā, abhisapi muddhaphālanaṁ.Then he abused and cursed me, that my head would split in seven.

Yadihaṁ tassa pakuppeyyaṁ, yadi sīlaṁ na gopaye;If I were upset with him and if I were not taking care of my ethics, Oloketvānahaṁ tassa, kareyyaṁ chārikaṁ viya.then just with a glance I could have reduced him to ashes.

Yaṁ so tadā maṁ abhisapi, kupito duṭṭhamānaso;But when he cursed me then, so angry and bitter-hearted, Tasseva matthake nipati, yogena taṁ pamocayiṁ.it fell right back on his own head: I freed him from that yoke.

Anurakkhiṁ mama sīlaṁ, nārakkhiṁ mama jīvitaṁ;I guarded my ethics, not my life. Sīlavā hi tadā āsiṁ, bodhiyāyeva kāraṇā”ti.For then I was ethical, because it was solely for awakening.”

Mātaṅgacariyaṁ sattamaṁ.