SN 6.9

Turūbrahmasutta

Sāvatthinidānaṁ. Tena kho pana samayena kokāliko bhikkhu ābādhiko hoti dukkhito bāḷhagilāno. Atha kho turū paccekabrahmā abhikkantāya rattiyā abhikkantavaṇṇo kevalakappaṁ jetavanaṁ obhāsetvā yena kokāliko bhikkhu tenupasaṅkami; upasaṅkamitvā vehāsaṁ ṭhito kokālikaṁ bhikkhuṁ etadavoca: “pasādehi, kokālika, sāriputtamoggallānesu cittaṁ. Pesalā sāriputtamoggallānā”ti. “Kosi tvaṁ, āvuso”ti? “Ahaṁ turū paccekabrahmā”ti. “Nanu tvaṁ, āvuso, bhagavatā anāgāmī byākato, atha kiñcarahi idhāgato? Passa, yāvañca te idaṁ aparaddhan”ti.

With the Divinity Tudu

At Sāvatthī. Now at that time the mendicant Kokālika was sick, suffering, gravely ill. Then, late at night, the glorious independent divinity Tudu, lighting up the entire Jeta’s Grove, went up to the mendicant Kokālika, and standing in the air he said to him, “Kokālika, have confidence in Sāriputta and Moggallāna, they’re good monks.” “Who are you, reverend?” “I am Tudu the independent divinity.” “Didn’t the Buddha declare you a non-returner? So what then are you doing back here? See how far you have strayed!”

“Purisassa hi jātassa, kuṭhārī jāyate mukhe; Yāya chindati attānaṁ, bālo dubbhāsitaṁ bhaṇaṁ.

“A person is born with an axe in their mouth. A fool cuts themselves with it when they say bad words.

Yo nindiyaṁ pasaṁsati, Taṁ vā nindati yo pasaṁsiyo; Vicināti mukhena so kaliṁ, Kalinā tena sukhaṁ na vindati.

When you praise someone worthy of criticism, or criticize someone worthy of praise, you choose a losing hand with your own mouth: you’ll never find happiness that way.

Appamattako ayaṁ kali, Yo akkhesu dhanaparājayo; Sabbassāpi sahāpi attanā, Ayameva mahantataro kali; Yo sugatesu manaṁ padosaye.

A losing hand at dice is a trivial thing, if all you lose is your money and all you own, even yourself. What’s a really terrible hand is to hate the holy ones.

Sataṁ sahassānaṁ nirabbudānaṁ, Chattiṁsati pañca ca abbudāni; Yamariyagarahī nirayaṁ upeti, Vācaṁ manañca paṇidhāya pāpakan”ti.

For a hundred thousand times a hundred million, times five hundred and thirty-six times a thousand times ten million years a slanderer of noble ones goes to hell, having aimed bad words and thoughts at them.”