Sutta Piṭaka
Sāṭimattiyattheragāthā
Sāṭimattiyattheragāthā
“Ahu tuyhaṁ pure saddhā, sā te ajja na vijjati; Yaṁ tuyhaṁ tuyhamevetaṁ, natthi duccaritaṁ mama.
Sāṭimattiya
In the past you had faith, today you have none. What’s yours is yours alone— I’ve done nothing wrong.
Aniccā hi calā saddhā, evaṁ diṭṭhā hi sā mayā; Rajjantipi virajjanti, tattha kiṁ jiyyate muni.
Faith is impermanent, fickle: or so I have seen. Passions wax and wane: why would a sage waste away on that account?
Paccati munino bhattaṁ, Thokaṁ thokaṁ kule kule; Piṇḍikāya carissāmi, Atthi jaṅghabalaṁ mamā”ti.
The meal of a sage is cooked bit by bit in this family or that. I’ll walk for alms, for my legs are strong.