Translated from the Pali by Thanissaro Bhikkhu.
Four times, five, I ran amok from my dwelling,
having gained no peace of awareness,
my thoughts out of control.
So I went to a trustworthy nun.
She taught me the Dhamma:
aggregates, sense spheres, & elements.
Hearing the Dhamma,
I did as she said.
For seven days I sat in one spot,
absorbed in rapture & bliss.
On the eighth, I stretched out my legs,
having burst the mass
Coming out from my day's abiding
on Vulture Peak Mountain,
I saw on the bank of a river
emerged from its plunge.
A man holding a hook requested:
"Give me your foot."
extended its foot.
got up on the elephant.
Seeing what was untrained now tamed
brought under human control,
with that I centered my mind --
why I'd gone to the woods
in the first place.
"'Jiva, my daughter,'
you cry in the woods.
Come to your senses, Ubbiri.
all named Jiva
have been burned in that charnel ground.
For which of them do you grieve?"
-- completely out --
the arrow so hard to see,
embedded in my heart,
he expelled from me
-- overcome with grief --
over my daughter.
Today -- with arrow removed,
without hunger, entirely
to the Buddha, Dhamma, & Sangha I go,
for refuge to