← Sutta collectionTHAG12.2Verses of the Senior Monks 12.2SuttaCentral (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 12.2The Book of the TwelvesChapter OneSunītaI was born in a low-class family.We were poor, with little to eat.My job was lowly—I threw out the old flowers.Shunned by people,I was disregarded and held in contempt.I humbled my heartand paid respects to many people.Then I saw the Buddhaat the fore of the mendicant Saṅgha;the great herowas entering the capital city of the Magadhans.I dropped my flailand approached to pay homage.Out of sympathy for me,the supreme man stood still.When I had paid homage at the Teacher’s feet,I stood to one sideand asked the supreme beingfor the going-forth.Then the Teacher, being sympathetic,and having sympathy for the whole world,said to me, “Come, monk!”That was my ordination.Staying alone in the wilderness,meditating tirelessly,I have completed what the Teacher taught,just as the victor advised me.In the first watch of the night,I recollected my past lives.In the middle watch,I purified my clairvoyance.In the last watch,I shattered the mass of darkness.At the end of the night,as the sunrise drew near,Indra and the Divinity cameand revered me with joined hands.“Homage to you, O thoroughbred!Homage to you, supreme among men!Since your defilements are ended,you, good fellow, are worthy of a religious donation.”When he saw me honoredby the assembly of gods,the Teacher smiledand said the following:“By fervor and spiritual practice,by restraint and by self-control:that’s how to become a brahmin,this is the supreme brahmin.”