Sutta Piṭaka
Kāḷudāyittheragāthā
Kāḷudāyittheragāthā
“Aṅgārino dāni dumā bhadante, Phalesino chadanaṁ vippahāya; Te accimantova pabhāsayanti, Samayo mahāvīra bhāgī rasānaṁ.
Kāḷudāyī
“The trees are now crimson, venerable sir, they’ve shed their foliage, and are ready to fruit. They shine as if aflame; great hero, this season is full of flavor.
Dumāni phullāni manoramāni, Samantato sabbadisā pavanti; Pattaṁ pahāya phalamāsasānā, Kālo ito pakkamanāya vīra.
The blossoming trees are delightful, wafting their scent all around, in all directions. They’ve shed their leaves and wish to fruit, hero, it is time to leave here.
Nevātisītaṁ na panātiuṇhaṁ, Sukhā utu addhaniyā bhadante; Passantu taṁ sākiyā koḷiyā ca, Pacchāmukhaṁ rohiniyaṁ tarantaṁ.
It is neither too hot nor too cold, venerable sir, it’s a pleasant season for traveling. Let the Sākiyans and Koliyans see you, heading west across the Rohiṇī river.
Āsāya kasate khettaṁ, bījaṁ āsāya vappati; Āsāya vāṇijā yanti, samuddaṁ dhanahārakā; Yāya āsāya tiṭṭhāmi, sā me āsā samijjhatu.
In hope, the field is plowed; the seed is sown in hope; in hope, merchants travel the seas, carrying rich cargoes. The hope that I stand for: may it succeed!
Punappunaṁ ceva vapanti bījaṁ, Punappunaṁ vassati devarājā; Punappunaṁ khettaṁ kasanti kassakā, Punappunaṁ dhaññamupeti raṭṭhaṁ.
Again and again, they sow the seed; again and again, the king of the heavens sends rain; again and again, farmers plow the field; again and again, grain is produced for the nation.
Punappunaṁ yācanakā caranti, Punappunaṁ dānapatī dadanti; Punappunaṁ dānapatī daditvā, Punappunaṁ saggamupenti ṭhānaṁ.
Again and again, the beggars wander, again and again, the donors give. Again and again, when the donors have given, again and again, they take their place in heaven.
Vīro have sattayugaṁ puneti, Yasmiṁ kule jāyati bhūripañño; Maññāmahaṁ sakkati devadevo, Tayā hi jāto muni saccanāmo.
A hero of vast wisdom purifies seven generations of the family in which they’re born. Sakya, I believe you’re the king of kings, since you fathered the one who is truly named a sage.
Suddhodano nāma pitā mahesino, Buddhassa mātā pana māyanāmā; Yā bodhisattaṁ parihariya kucchinā, Kāyassa bhedā tidivamhi modati.
The father of the great seer is named Suddhodana; and the Buddha’s mother is named Māyā. Having borne the Bodhisatta in her belly, she rejoices in the Third Heaven.
Sā gotamī kālakatā ito cutā, Dibbehi kāmehi samaṅgibhūtā; Sā modati kāmaguṇehi pañcahi, Parivāritā devagaṇehi tehi”.
When she died and passed away from here, she was blessed with heavenly sensual pleasures; enjoying the five kinds of sensual stimulation. Gotamī is surrounded by those hosts of gods.”
“Buddhassa puttomhi asayhasāhino, Aṅgīrasassappaṭimassa tādino; Pitupitā mayhaṁ tuvaṁsi sakka, Dhammena me gotama ayyakosī”ti.
“I’m the son of the Buddha, the incomparable Aṅgīrasa, the unaffected, the bearer of the unbearable. You, Sakya, are my father’s father; Gotama, you are my grandfather in the Dhamma.”