SN 4.13

Sakalikasutta

Evaṁ me sutaṁ— ekaṁ samayaṁ bhagavā rājagahe viharati maddakucchismiṁ migadāye. Tena kho pana samayena bhagavato pādo sakalikāya khato hoti, bhusā sudaṁ bhagavato vedanā vattanti sārīrikā dukkhā tibbā kharā kaṭukā asātā amanāpā. Tā sudaṁ bhagavā sato sampajāno adhivāseti avihaññamāno. Atha kho bhagavā catugguṇaṁ saṅghāṭiṁ paññapetvā dakkhiṇena passena sīhaseyyaṁ kappesi pāde pādaṁ accādhāya sato sampajāno. Atha kho māro pāpimā yena bhagavā tenupasaṅkami; upasaṅkamitvā bhagavantaṁ gāthāya ajjhabhāsi:

A Splinter

So I have heard. At one time the Buddha was staying near Rājagaha in the Maddakucchi deer park. Now at that time the Buddha’s foot had been cut by a wooden splinter. The Buddha was stricken by harrowing pains; physical feelings that were painful, sharp, severe, acute, unpleasant, and disagreeable. But he endured unbothered, with mindfulness and situational awareness. And then he spread out his outer robe folded in four and laid down in the lion’s posture—on the right side, placing one foot on top of the other—mindful and aware. Then Māra the Wicked went up to the Buddha and addressed him in verse:

“Mandiyā nu kho sesi udāhu kāveyyamatto, Atthā nu te sampacurā na santi; Eko vivitte sayanāsanamhi, Niddāmukho kimidaṁ soppase vā”ti.

“Are you feeble that you lie down? Or are you drunk on poetry? Are your goals not amply satisfied? Alone in a secluded lodging, why this sleeping, sleepyhead?”

“Na mandiyā sayāmi nāpi kāveyyamatto, Atthaṁ sameccāhamapetasoko; Eko vivitte sayanāsanamhi, Sayāmahaṁ sabbabhūtānukampī.

“I’m not feeble that I lie down, nor am I drunk on poetry. Having reached the goal, I’m rid of sorrow. Alone in a secluded lodging, I lie down full of sympathy for all living creatures.

Yesampi sallaṁ urasi paviṭṭhaṁ, Muhuṁ muhuṁ hadayaṁ vedhamānaṁ; Tepīdha soppaṁ labhare sasallā, Tasmā ahaṁ na supe vītasallo.

Even those with a dart stuck in the breast, piercing the heart moment by moment, are able to get some sleep. So why not I, whose dart is drawn out?

Jaggaṁ na saṅke napi bhemi sottuṁ, Rattindivā nānutapanti māmaṁ; Hāniṁ na passāmi kuhiñci loke, Tasmā supe sabbabhūtānukampī”ti.

I don’t lie awake tense, nor do I fear to sleep. The days and nights don’t disturb me, as I see no decline for myself in the world. That’s why I lie down full of sympathy for all living creatures.”

Atha kho māro pāpimā “jānāti maṁ bhagavā, jānāti maṁ sugato”ti dukkhī dummano tatthevantaradhāyīti.

Then Māra the Wicked, thinking, “The Buddha knows me! The Holy One knows me!” miserable and sad, vanished right there.