← Sutta collectionTHAG16.9Verses of the Senior Monks 16.9SuttaCentral (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 16.9The Book of the TwentiesChapter OneAnuruddhaLeaving my mother and father behind,as well as sisters, kinsmen, and brothers;having given up the five sensual titillations,Anuruddha practices absorption.Surrounded by song and dance,awakened by cymbals and gongs,he did not find purificationwhile delighting in Māra’s domain.But he has gone beyond all that,and delights in the Buddha’s teaching.Having crossed over the entire flood,Anuruddha practices absorption.Sights, sounds, tastes, smells,and touches so delightful:having crossed over these as well,Anuruddha practices absorption.Returning from almsround,alone, without partner,seeking rags from the dust heap,Anuruddha is without defilements.The thoughtful sageselected rags from the dust heap;he picked them up, washed, dyed, and wore them;Anuruddha is without defilements.The principles of someonewho has many wishes and is not content,who socializes and is conceited,are wicked and corrupting.But someone who is mindful, few of wishes,content and untroubled,delighting in seclusion, joyful,always resolute and energetic;their principles are skillful,leading to awakening;they are without defilements—so said the great seer.“Knowing my thoughts,the supreme Teacher in the worldcame to me in a mind-made body,using his psychic power.He taught me morethan I had thought of.The Buddha who loves non-proliferationtaught me non-proliferation.Understanding that teaching,I happily did his bidding.I’ve attained the three knowledges,and have fulfilled the Buddha’s instructions.For the last fifty-five yearsI have not lain down to sleep.Twenty-five years have passedsince I eradicated drowsiness.”“There was no more breathingfor the unaffected one of steady heart.Imperturbable, committed to peace,the Clear-eyed One was fully quenched.He put up with painful feelingswithout flinching.The liberation of his heartwas like the extinguishing of a lamp.”“Now these touches and the other fourare the last to be experienced by the sage;nor will there be other phenomenasince the Buddha was fully quenched.O Penelope, weaver of the web—there’s no more abodes in the host of gods.Transmigration through births is finished,now there’ll be no more future lives.”“The mendicant by whom the galaxywith the age of the Divinity are known in an hour—that master of psychic ability sees the godsat the time they pass away and are reborn.”“In the past I was Annabhāra,a poor carrier of fodder.I practiced as an ascetic,the renowned Upariṭṭha.Then I was reborn in the Sakyan clan,where I was known as ‘Anuruddha’.Surrounded by song and dance,I was awakened by cymbals and gongs.Then I saw the Buddha,the Teacher, fearing nothing from any quarter;filling my mind with confidence in him,I went forth to homelessness.I know my past lives,the places I used to live.I was born as Sakka,and stayed among the thirty-three gods.Seven times I was a king of menruling a kingdom,victorious in the four quarters,lord of the Black Plum Tree Land.Without rod or sword,I governed by principle.Seven from here, seven from there—fourteen transmigrations in all.I shall remember my past lives:at that time I stayed in the realm of the gods.I have gained complete tranquilityin immersion with five factors.Peaceful, serene,my clairvoyance is purified.Steady in five-factored absorption,I know the passing away and rebirth of beings,their coming and going,their lives in this state and that.I’ve served the teacherand fulfilled the Buddha’s instructions.The heavy burden is laid down,the conduit to rebirth is eradicated.In the Vajjian village of Veḷuva,my life will come to an end.Beneath a thicket of bamboos,being undefiled, I will be fully extinguished.”