1.1“Puttasokenahaṁ aṭṭā,Struck down with grief for my son,1.2khittacittā visaññinī;deranged, out of my mind,1.3Naggā pakiṇṇakesī ca,nude, my hair flying,1.4tena tena vicārihaṁ.I wandered here and there.

2.1Vīthi saṅkārakūṭesu,I lived on rubbish heaps,2.2susāne rathiyāsu ca;in cemeteries and highways.2.3Acariṁ tīṇi vassāni,For three years I wandered,2.4khuppipāsāsamappitā.stricken by hunger and thirst.

3.1Athaddasāsiṁ sugataṁ,Then I saw the Holy One3.2nagaraṁ mithilaṁ pati;back at the city of Mithilā.3.3Adantānaṁ dametāraṁ,Tamer of the untamed,3.4sambuddhamakutobhayaṁ.the Awakened One fears nothing from any quarter.

4.1Sacittaṁ paṭiladdhāna,Regaining my mind,4.2vanditvāna upāvisiṁ;I paid homage and sat down.4.3So me dhammamadesesi,Out of compassion4.4anukampāya gotamo.Gotama taught me the Dhamma.

5.1Tassa dhammaṁ suṇitvāna,After hearing his teaching,5.2pabbajiṁ anagāriyaṁ;I went forth to homelessness.5.3Yuñjantī satthuvacane,Applying myself to the Teacher’s words,5.4sacchākāsiṁ padaṁ sivaṁ.I realized the state of grace.

6.1Sabbe sokā samucchinnā,All sorrows are cut off,6.2pahīnā etadantikā;given up, they end here.6.3Pariññātā hi me vatthū,I’ve fully understood the basis6.4yato sokāna sambhavo”ti.from which grief comes to be.

7.1… Vāseṭṭhī therī ….