Cittātherīgāthā
Cittā
“Kiñcāpi khomhi kisikā, Though I’m skinny,
gilānā bāḷhadubbalā; sick, and very feeble,
Daṇḍamolubbha gacchāmi, I climb the mountain,
pabbataṁ abhirūhiya. leaning on a staff.
Saṅghāṭiṁ nikkhipitvāna, Having laid down my outer robe,
pattakañca nikujjiya; and overturned my bowl,
Sele khambhesimattānaṁ, propping myself against a rock,
tamokhandhaṁ padāliyā”ti. I shattered the mass of darkness.
