Ten children I bore from this physical heap.
Then weak from that, aged,
I went to a nun.
She taught me the Dhamma: Aggregates, sense spheres, elements.
Hearing the Dhamma, I cut off my Hair and ordained.
Having purified the divine eye while still a probationer, I know my previous lives, where I lived in the past.
I develop the theme-less Meditation: well-focused singleness.
I gain the Liberation of immediacy — from lack of clinging, unbound.
The five aggregates, comprehended, stand like a tree with its root cut through.
I spit on old age.
There is now no further becoming.