Ubbirī

“You cry ‘Please be living!’ in the forest.
Ubbirī, get a hold of yourself!
Eighty-four thousand people,
all named ‘living being’,
have been burnt in this funeral ground:
which one do you grieve for?”

“Oh! For you have plucked the dart from me,
so hard to see, hidden in the heart.
You’ve swept away the grief for my daughter
in which I once was mired.

Today I’ve plucked the dart,
I’m hungerless, extinguished.
I go for refuge to that sage, the Buddha,
to his teaching, and to the Sangha.”