Thag 6.9

Purohitaputtajentattheragāthā

“Jātimadena mattohaṁ, bhogaissariyena ca; Saṇṭhānavaṇṇarūpena, madamatto acārihaṁ.

Jenta, the High Priest’s Son

I was drunk with the pride of birth and wealth and authority. I wandered about intoxicated with my own gorgeous body.

Nāttano samakaṁ kañci, atirekaṁ ca maññisaṁ; Atimānahato bālo, patthaddho ussitaddhajo.

No one was my equal or my better— or so I thought. I was such an arrogant fool, stuck up, waving my own flag.

Mātaraṁ pitarañcāpi, aññepi garusammate; Na kañci abhivādesiṁ, mānatthaddho anādaro.

I never paid homage to anyone: not even my mother or father, nor others esteemed as respectable. I was stiff with pride, lacking regard for others.

Disvā vināyakaṁ aggaṁ, sārathīnaṁ varuttamaṁ; Tapantamiva ādiccaṁ, bhikkhusaṅghapurakkhataṁ.

When I saw the foremost leader, the most excellent of charioteers, shining like the sun at the fore of the mendicant Saṅgha,

Mānaṁ madañca chaḍḍetvā, vippasannena cetasā; Sirasā abhivādesiṁ, sabbasattānamuttamaṁ.

I discarded conceit and vanity, and, with a clear and confident heart, I bowed down with my head to the supreme among all beings.

Atimāno ca omāno, pahīnā susamūhatā; Asmimāno samucchinno, sabbe mānavidhā hatā”ti.

The conceit of superiority and the conceit of inferiority have been given up and eradicated. The conceit “I am” is cut off, and every kind of conceit is destroyed.