Thag 7.2

Lakuṇḍakabhaddiyattheragāthā

“Pare ambāṭakārāme, vanasaṇḍamhi bhaddiyo; Samūlaṁ taṇhamabbuyha, tattha bhaddova jhāyati.

Bhaddiya the Dwarf

Bhaddiya has plucked out craving, root and all, and in a jungle thicket on the far side of the Wild Mango Monastery, he practices absorption; he is truly well-favored.

Ramanteke mudiṅgehi, vīṇāhi paṇavehi ca; Ahañca rukkhamūlasmiṁ, rato buddhassa sāsane.

Some delight in clay drums, in arched harps, and in cymbals. But here, at the foot of a tree, I delight in the Buddha’s teaching.

Buddho ce me varaṁ dajjā, so ca labbhetha me varo; Gaṇhehaṁ sabbalokassa, niccaṁ kāyagataṁ satiṁ.

If the Buddha were to grant me one wish, and I were to get what I wished for, I’d choose for the whole world constant mindfulness of the body.

Ye maṁ rūpena pāmiṁsu, ye ca ghosena anvagū; Chandarāgavasūpetā, na maṁ jānanti te janā.

Those who’ve judged me on appearance, and those swayed by my voice, are full of desire and greed; they don’t know me.

Ajjhattañca na jānāti, bahiddhā ca na passati; Samantāvaraṇo bālo, sa ve ghosena vuyhati.

Not knowing what’s inside, nor seeing what’s outside, the fool shut in on every side, gets carried away by a voice.

Ajjhattañca na jānāti, bahiddhā ca vipassati; Bahiddhā phaladassāvī, sopi ghosena vuyhati.

Not knowing what’s inside, but discerning what’s outside, seeing the fruit outside, they’re also carried away by a voice.

Ajjhattañca pajānāti, bahiddhā ca vipassati; Anāvaraṇadassāvī, na so ghosena vuyhatī”ti.

Understanding what’s inside, and discerning what’s outside, of unhindered vision, they don’t get carried away by a voice.