← Saṃyutta NikāyaSNP1.1Anthology of Discourses 1.1SuttaCentral (Bhikkhu Sujato translation)Select any verse to keep it — saved passages go to your Dhamma Deck, the same one the app uses.Anthology of Discourses 1.1The SerpentWhen anger surges, they drive it out,as with medicine a snake’s spreading venom.Such a mendicant sheds the near shore and the far,as a serpent its old worn-out skin.They’ve cut off greed entirely,like a lotus plucked flower and stalk.Such a mendicant sheds the near shore and the far,as a serpent its old worn-out skin.They’ve cut off craving entirely,drying up that swift-flowing stream.Such a mendicant sheds the near shore and the far,as a serpent its old worn-out skin.They’ve swept away conceit entirely,as a fragile bridge of reeds by a great flood.Such a mendicant sheds the near shore and the far,as a serpent its old worn-out skin.In future lives they find no core,as an inspector of fig trees finds no flower.Such a mendicant sheds the near shore and the far,as a serpent its old worn-out skin.They hide no anger within,gone beyond any kind of existence.Such a mendicant sheds the near shore and the far,as a serpent its old worn-out skin.Their mental vibrations are cleared away,internally clipped off entirely.Such a mendicant sheds the near shore and the far,as a serpent its old worn-out skin.They have not run too far nor run back,but have gone beyond all this proliferation.Such a mendicant sheds the near shore and the far,as a serpent its old worn-out skin.They have not run too far nor run back,for they know that nothing in the worldis what it seems.Such a mendicant sheds the near shore and the far,as a serpent its old worn-out skin.They have not run too far nor run back,knowing nothing is what it seems, free of greed.Such a mendicant sheds the near shore and the far,as a serpent its old worn-out skin.They have not run too far nor run back,knowing nothing is what it seems, free of lust.Such a mendicant sheds the near shore and the far,as a serpent its old worn-out skin.They have not run too far nor run back,knowing nothing is what it seems, free of hate.Such a mendicant sheds the near shore and the far,as a serpent its old worn-out skin.They have not run too far nor run back,knowing nothing is what it seems, free of delusion.Such a mendicant sheds the near shore and the far,as a serpent its old worn-out skin.They have no underlying tendencies at all,and are rid of unskillful roots,Such a mendicant sheds the near shore and the far,as a serpent its old worn-out skin.They have nothing born of distress at allto make them to return to the near shore.Such a mendicant sheds the near shore and the far,as a serpent its old worn-out skin.They have nothing born of entanglement at all,that would shackle them to a new life.Such a mendicant sheds the near shore and the far,as a serpent its old worn-out skin.They’ve given up the five hindrances,untroubled, rid of indecision, free of thorns.Such a mendicant sheds the near shore and the far,as a serpent its old worn-out skin.