← Sutta collectionTHAG11.1Verses of the Senior Monks 11.1SuttaCentral (Bhikkhu Sujato translation)Select any verse to keep it — saved passages go to your Dhamma Deck, the same one the app uses.Verses of the Senior Monks 11.1The Book of the ElevensChapter OneSaṅkicca“What good does it do you to be in the grove, my dear?You’re like a little bird in the monsoon!The city of Verambhā is nice for you—seclusion is for meditators.”“Just as the wind in Verambhāscatters the monsoon clouds as they pour down,so the city scattersmy perception of seclusion.”“It’s all black and born of an egg—the crow whose abode is the charnel groundrouses my mindfulness,based on dispassion for the body.”“He who is not guarded by others,and who does not guard others,truly sleeps at ease, mendicant,unconcerned for sensual pleasures.”“The water’s clear and the rocks are broad,monkeys and deer are all around;festooned with dewy moss,these rocky crags delight me!I’ve stayed in the wilderness,in caves and cavernsand remote lodgingsfrequented by beasts of prey.‘May these beings be killed!May they be slaughtered! May they suffer!’—I’m not aware of having any suchignoble, hateful thoughts.I’ve served the teacherand fulfilled the Buddha’s instructions.The heavy burden is laid down,the conduit to rebirth is eradicated.I’ve attained the goalfor the sake of which I went forthfrom the lay life to homelessness—the ending of all fetters.I don’t long for death;I don’t long for life;I await my time,like a worker waiting for their wages.I don’t long for death;I don’t long for life;I await my time,aware and mindful.”