Vimalā, the Former Courtesan

Intoxicated by my appearance,
my figure, my beauty, my fame,
and owing to my youth,
I despised other women.

I adorned this body,
so fancy, cooed over by fools,
and stood at the brothel door,
like a hunter laying a snare.

I stripped for them,
revealing my many hidden treasures.
Creating an intricate illusion,
I laughed, teasing those men.

Today, having wandered for alms,
my head shaven, wearing the outer robe,
I sat at the root of a tree to meditate;
I've gained freedom from thought.

All bonds are cut off,
both human and divine.
Having wiped out all defilements,
I have become cooled and quenched.