Showing posts with label therigatha. Show all posts
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Friday, December 6, 2024

Poem: Vimalā, stripper courtesan nun

Renounce bondage for freedom?

Intoxicated with my own beauty,
figure, appearance, fame,
and on account of my youth,
I looked down on others.

I adorned this pretty body,
the lament of fools,
stood at the brothel door,
a huntress setting a snare.

I was a stripper for them,
revealing enticing treasures.
Creating an intricate illusion,
laughing as I teased those men.

Today, having wandered for alms,
head shaved, clothed in ascetic robes,
I sat at the root of a tree to meditate;
I've gained freedom from thought.

All bondage fetters are severed,
both the human and the heavenly.
Having done away with all defilements,
I have become cooled and quenched.

Purified of defilements?
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We humans are full of defilements -- lust, annoyance, delusion (the Three Poisons of the heart/mind). How could ordinary folks ever get free, much less naughty sex workers entangled in all kinds of addiction, ego, hatred, and self-esteem issues? If only the Buddha had taught this world a path of purification.

American child sex star Brooke Shields

In the courtesan's mango grove
Dhr. Seven (trans.) based on Bhikkhu Sujato, "In Ambapālī’s Mango Grove" (SN 47.1)
Free of defilements, full of bliss
Thus have I heard. Once the Buddha was staying near Vesālī, in the rich courtesan Ambapālī’s mango grove. There he addressed the meditators, “Meditators!”

“Venerable sir,” they responded, and then he taught them:

“Meditators, four kinds of mindfulness meditation are the path to convergence, for the (self-) purification of beings, to get beyond sorrow and sadness, to make an end of pain and lamenting, to discover the Middle Way, and to realize the bliss of nirvana (cessation). What are the four?

“One meditates [and emerges] observing the body — keen, alert, and mindful, free of greed and grief regarding the world.

“One meditates observing feelings — keen, alert, and mindful, free of greed and grief regarding the world.

“One meditates observing the mind — keen, alert, and mindful, free of greed and grief regarding the world.

“One meditates observing phenomena — keen, alert, and mindful, free of greed and grief regarding the world.

Four kinds of mindfulness meditation are the path to convergence, for the purification of beings, to get beyond sorrow and sadness, to make an end of pain and lamenting, to discover the Middle Way, and to realize the bliss of nirvana.”

This is what the Buddha taught. Contented, the meditators rejoiced in his words.
  • Dhr. Seven (trans.), based on Bhikkhu Sujato (Thig 5.2: Vimalā Therīgāthā), "Vimalā, the Former Courtesan," Therigatha (Verses of the Enlightened Elder Nuns) 5.2

Thursday, August 29, 2024

The Millionaire's Daughter (Therigatha 6.5)


I will give you progressive, gradual instruction.
In the collection known as the Verses of the Elder (Enlightened) Nuns, the Therīgāthā, in Chapter 6, we find the story of Anopama ("Peerless" due to her beauty), the millionaire treasurer of Sāketa's daughter (Thig. 6.5). She utters a paean or verse concerning her awakening, her enlightenment, from hearing the Buddha teach her the Dharma. Her verses are recorded in the collection of nuns' utterances in the Pali canon, where she states:

Born in a high-ranking family
property owners of great wealth,
consummate in complexion and figure,
I was the daughter of the treasurer Majjha.

Royal sons sought me.
Sons of rich merchants
longed for me.
One of them sent my father a messenger,

who said, "Give me 'Peerless.'
And I in return will give
eight times her weight
in gold and jewels."

Name the dowry-price. I must have her! I offer her weight in gold eightfold with jewels, too!
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But I, having seen the Awakened One,
unsurpassed, unexcelled in all the world,
bowed at his feet and sat
close by to one side.

He, Gotama (the Buddha), out of sympathy,
taught me the Dhamma (Doctrine).
And as I sat in that very seat,
I attained the third fruit [non-return].

Then I cast off my beautiful hair
and went forth into the left home life.
Today is the seventh day since I made
all craving shrivel away.

Tuesday, April 2, 2024

"Daughters of the Buddha" (video review)


Daughters of the Buddha: Stories of Ancient Buddhist Women
What's a nun ever done? Plenty!
(Doug's Dharma) April 1, 2024: Western Theravada scholar-monk Bhikkhu Anālayo's book on ancient Buddhist women in proto-India was released a few months ago: Daughters of the Buddha: Teachings by Ancient Indian Women. Doug reviews it then turns to five important and illustrative stories that Ven. Anālayo tells, including one that is of particular relevance today.

Daughters of the Buddha: Teachings by Ancient Indian Women
This book by Ven. Analayo (with a foreword by Ven. Nun Dhammananda) has received 4.8 out of 5 stars with 8 ratings.

It is a testimony to the invaluable contributions made by the women who were direct disciples of the historical Buddha — and a source of inspiration to Buddhist women today.

It’s a common misconception that the earliest textual records do not contain many, if any, teachings by the Buddha’s female disciples. This is not the case.

The fact is the earliest discourses (sutras) record a range of teachings from Buddhist women, lay and monastic. Unfortunately, their important contributions have so far not received the attention they deserve.

Fully ordained Buddhist bhikkhunis ("nuns") in the ancient orthodox Theravada tradition
Vajrayana vegetarian resurgence in haunted Himalayas of Tibet, northern India, and Nepal
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In Daughters of the Buddha, esteemed scholar-monk Bhikkhu Analayo examines the accounts of the first female disciples in the canonical scripture, taking the reader back to the earliest period in the history of Buddhism that can still be accessed today.

Sangha is only complete with females.
He dedicates each of the 21 chapters in the volume to an individual and remarkable woman, sharing her particular insights and teachings with the reader.

Both Buddhist nuns and laywomen are featured in these pages, and their diversity of voices and richness of thought will serve as instruction and encouragement for modern scholars and practitioners alike.

To donate to Western Buddhist nuns, please check out the Alliance for Bhikkhunis (bhikkhuni.net)  

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  • Ven. Analayo (book); Doug's Dharma, April 1, 2024 (video); Amber Larson, Dhr. Seven, Pat Macpherson (eds.), Wisdom Quarterly

Tuesday, March 19, 2024

The Sex Talk Sutra: First day of spring

O, nun, Venerable Subha, your hair was so beautiful, yet you cut it all off!
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The Nun and the Libertine
Subha JivakambavanikaThe Venerable Lady Subha
Coming through, excuse me, please.
As the nun Ven. Subha was going through Jivaka's delightful mango grove, a randy libertine, a goldsmith's wealthy son with sex on his mind, blocked her path. So she said to him:

"What wrong have I done to you
That you obstruct my way?
It is improper, friend,
That a man should touch
A female who has gone forth.
I hold dear the Master's message, this
Training pointed out by the Well-Gone One.
I am pure, without blemish, so
Why do you stand in my way?

"You with your mind agitated,
I with my mind at ease,
You full of aggravating passions,
I dispassionate, untainted,
With a mind in every way released,
Why do you stand in my way?"


[The man replied:]
"You're young and not ugly.
What need have you of going forth
[From a home to a left-home life]?
Cast off that [monastic] saffron robe.
Come, let's delight in the flowering forest!
They exude a sweetness all around,
Towering trees sending aloft their pollen.
The beginning of spring is a pleasant season.
Man, what do you see in this skin bag of bones?
Come, let's delight in the flowering forest!
The trees to their blossoming tips moan
As it were, in the warm breeze.
What delight will you have if you
Withdraw into the forest all alone?
Full of packs of wild beasts,
Disturbed by rutting elephants all aroused,
You want to venture unaccompanied
Into that big, lonely, frightening forest?
You're like a precious doll all of gold. Will you go
Whisking about a goddess in a heavenly garden?
With delicate, smooth Kasi fabrics,
You shine, O, beauty without compare!
You would have me under your spell
If we were to go into the woods together.
For there is no one dearer to me than you,
O nymph! I languish without you. If you
Do as I ask; come live happily in my house!
Dwell in the calm of a palace,
Have women wait on you,
Wear delicate Kasi cloth,
Adorn yourself with garlands and scents.
I will make for you ornaments
Of gold, jewel encrusted, with pearls.
Climb into my costly bed,
Perfumed with carved sandalwood,
With a clean coverlet, beautiful,
Overspread with a new woolen quilt.
You are a blue lotus rising from water
Where nature sprites dwell, yet you
Will come to old age limbs unseen
If you stay as you are living the pure life."
Awakened Buddhist nuns: Therīgāthā: The Voice of Enlightened Nuns (Sutta Friends)
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[She replied:]
The Therigatha (pariyatti.org)
"What essence do you see or assume
In this carcass that will swell the cemetery
Already overfilled with corpses,
This body that is destined to break up?
What do you see when you look at this,
You, man out of your mind?"

"Eyes like those of a deer,
Of a nymph in a mountain haunt,
Seeing your eyes delights my senses
And passion grows all the more.
They are like blue lotuses.
And your golden face is spotless.
Staring into your eyes delights my senses
And passion grows all the more.
Even if you run far, far away, I will
Always think your sweet long-lashed gaze,
For there is nothing dearer to me than your
Eyes, O nymph. I languish without you."

"You want to stray from the path.
You want the moon as your very own plaything.
You want to vault over Mount Meru.
You have designs on one born of the Buddha?
But there is nothing anywhere in all the world,
With its devas and men, that would for me
Any longer be an object of passion.
I do not even know what passion would be,
For it is slain, root and all, by the Path.
Like embers in a smoldering pit, scattered.
Like a cup of poison, evaporated.
I do not see what that passion would be
For it is slain, root and all, by the path.
Go seduce one who has not reflected on this,
One whom the Master has not yet instructed.
But try to seduce one who knows and
You do yourself violence.
For whether praised or insulted,
In pleasure or pain,
My mindfulness remains unbroken.

Knowing the unattractiveness
Of all formations, of all fabricated things,
My heart no longer clings to anything at all.
I am a student of the Well-Gone One,
Riding the vehicle of the Eightfold Way.
Passion's arrow removed, defilement-free,
I delight, having gone to a quiet dwelling.
For I have seen well-painted puppets
Yanked by sticks and strings,
Made to dance in foolish ways.
With sticks and strings removed,
Cast away, dispersed, shredded,
Smashed to pieces, nowhere to be found,
Within what will the mind make its home?
This body, which is just like that,
Devoid of necessities no longer functions.
Devoid of necessities, it no longer functions.
Within what will the mind make its home?
Like a mural smeared on a wall,
Painted with golden pigments,
Your vision is all distorted, perverted.
Your perception is meaningless, seeing
A human being, an evaporating mirage,
A tree of gold in a dream,
A magic show in the midst of a crowd —
You run blindly after what is unreal.
Resembling a ball of wax set in a hollow,
With a bubble in the middle
And bathed in tears, the filth of the eye
Secreted there, too; the parts of the eye
All rolled together in various ways."

Plucking out her eye with mind detached
She felt no regret.

"Here, it's yours, this eye. Keep it."

Then and there she handed it to him.
Then and there his passion was extinguished.
And he begged her forgiveness.

[He said:] "Be safe, pursuer of the pure life.
This sort of thing shall not happen again.
To harm a person like you would be to
Embracing a blazing fire. It is as if
I have seized a venomous snake.
So may you be safe and forgive me."

The drishti of your virtue restores me.
No longer detained, the nun Subha went in
Search of the Buddha's. When she beheld
The mark of his excellent merit, her
Eye became just as it was before. Source
Who was the nun Subhā?
G.P. Malalasekera, Dictionary of Pali Proper Names edited by Wisdom Quarterly

Jain nuns existed before Buddhist nuns.
Subhā Jīvakambavanikā (an appellation that means "Beauty in the Mango Grove"): She belonged to an eminent Brahmin family of Rājagaha (modern Rajgir, India).

Seeing the danger and bane in sensual pleasures, she became a Buddhist nun under the Buddha's foster mother (sister of his biological mother who passed away seven days after his birth), the world's first Buddhist nun, Ven. Maha Pajāpatī Gotamī.

She was called "Subhā" because her body was beautiful (asubha being the familiar term for "repulsive, foul, unlovely." reflecting on the impure, unattractive, or repulsive aspects of bodies as a means of curing lust). One day, in Jīvakambavana, a libertine, a man in the prime of youth, seeing her going to meditate in seclusion, stopped her, inviting her to engage in sensual pleasures. She talked to him of the danger of such pleasures, but he persisted.

When's beauty a curse? When men won't shut up.
Seeing that he was particularly enamored of the beauty of her eyes, she pulled one of them out, saying: "Come, here is the offending eye [I've plucked it out]." The horny youth was appalled, chastened, and begged her forgiveness.

Ven. Subhā went to the Buddha and, at sight of him, her eye recovered. Filled with joy, she stood venerating him, and he taught her and gave her an exercise for meditation (kammatthana*). She developed insight (vipassana) and became an arahant (fully enlightened). Thig.vss.366-399 (PTS); ThigA.245f.
  • *Kammatthāna: literally, "working-ground" for meditation, is the term in the Commentary for the 40 or more "subjects of meditation"; see cultivation (bhāvanā).
Where did this happen?

Modern mango groves are pruned orchards
Jīvakambavana: Jivaka's amba (mango) vana (grove) was a mango grove in ancient Rājagaha (Rajgir), belonging to the eminent physician Jīvaka (Komārabhacca). He was the Buddha and the king's personal physician. He donated the land to the Buddha and the Sangha (the community of monks and nuns). Jivaka then built a forest monastery in the grove, where the Buddha stayed several times.

Magadha, proto-India, where the Buddha stayed
On one occasion Ajātasattu (the prince who, allied with bad monk Ven. Devadatta, the brother of Prince Siddhartha's wife, killed his own father, Bimbisara (king of Magadha), to usurp the throne by force even though the good king was an enlightened disciple of the Buddha, a stream enterer reborn as a yakkha named Janavasabbha in the lowest of the heavens, the Realm of the Four Great Sky Rulers) visited the Buddha and heard the famous discourse called "The Fruits of Recluseship Sutra" (Sāmaññaphala Sutta, D.i.47ff).

The archeological remains of Jivakambavana Monastery, Rajgir, northern India (wiki)

Jīvaka, the Buddha's physician
The Jīvaka Suttas were also given there. The mango grove was near Maddakucchi (the park under Vulture's Peak, a hill where Ven. Devadatta tried to roll a boulder or throw a rock to kill the Buddha, but it missed and broke apart, sending a large splinter that cut his foot and drew blood), so this is where they carried the Buddha when his foot was injured (DhA.ii.164).

It was in this grove that Cūlapanthaka attained enlightenment. At that time, there were 500 (which just means "a large number of") monastics there (J.i.114f., etc.). Nuns also went there for their day's abiding (ThigA.245f.)
  • Ven. Thanissaro (trans.), Thig 14.1; Amber Larson, Dhr. Seven (eds.), Wisdom Quarterly

Monday, December 11, 2023

Lust is in the eye of the holder (Therigatha)

Ven. Sujato, Subhā-jīvaka-amba-vanikā, Therīgāthā: "Verses of the Elder Nuns," The Book of the Thirties (Thig. vv.14.1); Amber Larson and Dhr. Seven (eds.), Wisdom Quarterly
"Lust is in the eye of the holder"? Isn't that beholder? - No, that's beauty. This is lust.
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Subhā of Jīvaka’s Mango Grove
Going to Jīvaka lovely
mango grove, the nun Subhā
was blocked by a rascal.
So Subhā said to him:

“What harm have I done you
that you stand in my way?
Sir, it’s improper that a man
should touch a woman who has gone forth.

This training was taught by the Awakened One;
It is a serious offense in my Teacher’s Doctrine and Discipline.
I am pure and rid of blemishes,
So why stand you in my way?
One whose mind is defiled toward one undefiled,
One who is lustful toward one free of lust,
Unblemished, my heart is freed in every respect,
So why stand you in my way?”

“You’re young. you’re flawless,
What has going forth done for you?
Toss off those saffron robes;
Come instead, play in the blossom grove!

Everywhere, the scent of flowers wafts sweetly
Born of the flowering woods.
The start of spring is a happy time;
Come and play in the blossom grove!

Trees crested with flowers
Cry out in the breeze.
What kind of fun will you have
If you plunge into those woods all alone?

Frequented by packs of predators
And cows [elephants] aroused by rutting bulls,
You wish to go without companion
Into the deserted, awe-inspiring forest.

Like a shining doll of gold,
Like a nymph wandering in a park of colorful vines,
Your matchless beauty will shine
In graceful clothes of exquisite muslin.

I’ll be under your sway,
If we stay in the forest.
I love no creature more than you,
O pixie, with such bashful eyes.

Were you to take up my invitation —
'Come, be happy, and live in a house' —
You’ll stay in a longhouse sheltered from wind;
Let the maids look to your needs.

Dressed in exquisite muslin,
Put on garlands and cosmetics.
I’ll make all sorts of adornments for you,
of gold and gems and pearls.

Climb onto a rich bed,
Its coverlet clean and nice,
With a new woolen mattress,
Fragrant, besprinkled with sandalwood.

As a blue lily risen from the water
Remains untouched by men,
So, too, O chaste and wholesome lady,
Your limbs grow old unshared.”

“This carcass, full of putrefaction, swells
The charnel ground, for its nature is to fall apart.
What do you think is so essential in it
That you stare at me so crazily?”

“Your eyes are like those of a doe,
Or a pixie in the mountains.
Seeing them,
My sense desire grows all the more.

Set in your flawless face of golden sheen,
Your eyes compare to a blue lily’s bud.
Seeing them,
My sensual excitement grows all the more.

Though you may wander far, I shall still think of you,
With your lashes long and your vision clear.
I love no eyes more than yours,
O pixie, with such bashful eyes.”

“You’re setting out down the wrong road!
You’re looking to take the moon for a plaything!
You’re trying to leap over Mount Sumeru!
You are hunting a child of the Buddha!

For in this world with all its devas [and humans]
There will be no more lust anywhere in me.
I do not even know what kind it could be,
It’s been uprooted stem and all by the Path.

Cast out like sparks from fiery coals,
It’s worth no more than a bowl of poison.
I do not even see what kind it could be;
It’s been uprooted stem and all by the Path.

Well may you try to seduce the type of woman
Who has not reflected on these things,
Or who has never attended to the Teacher:
But this is a woman who knows: now you’re in trouble!

No matter if I am reviled or praised,
Or feel pleasure or pain: I stay mindful.
Knowing that conditions are ugly,
My mind does not cling to anything.

I am a disciple of the Awakened One,
Riding in the carriage of the Eightfold Path.
The dart pulled out, free of defilements,
I am happy to have reached an empty place.

I’ve seen brightly painted
Dolls and wooden puppets
Tied to sticks and strings
And made to dance in many ways.

But when the sticks and strings are taken off —
Loosed, disassembled, broken,
Irrecoverable, stripped to parts —
On what could the mind be transfixed?

That’s what my body is really like;
Without those things it can’t go on.
This being so,
On what could the mind be transfixed?

It’s like when one sees a mural on a wall,
Painted with orpiment,
And one’s vision becomes confused,
Falsely perceiving that it is a person.

Though it’s as worthless as a magic trick,
Or a golden tree beheld in a dream,
One blindly chases what is hollow,
Like a puppet show among the people.

An eye is just a ball in a socket,
With a pupil in the middle, and tears.
Mucus comes from there as well,
And so different eye-parts are lumped all together.”

The pretty lady ripped out her eye.
With no attachment in her mind at all, she said:
“Come now, take this eye,”
And gave it to the man right then.

At that very moment he lost his lust
And asked for her forgiveness:
“May you be well, O chaste and wholesome lady;
Such a thing will not happen again.

Attacking a person such as this
Is like holding on to a blazing fire
Or seizing a deadly viper [by the tail]!
May you be well; please forgive me!”

When that nun was released
She went to the presence of the Buddha.
Seeing the one with excellent marks of merit,
Her eye [magically] became just as it was before.

Wednesday, December 6, 2023

Verses of Subha the Goldsmith's daughter

Ven. Sujato (trans.), Therigatha: "Verses of the Elder Nuns" (13.5), The Book of the Twenties; Dhr. Seven, Amber Larson (eds.), Wisdom Quarterly
Now I know and see and wish to be a nun. Buddha, ordain me and teach me more.*

Awakened Women of Buddhism in the Therigatha
The Therīgāthā, often translated as "The Verses of the Elder Nuns" (from Pāli therī "elder," a female with more than ten rainy seasons as a nun, and gāthā, "verses") is an important Buddhist text.

It is a collection of short verses or poems of early enlightened women, who were "elders" in the Noble Sangha or "community of enlightened individuals in the world."

Elder here does not mean old, as having been in robes for ten Vass or "monsoon periods," starting at a young age, as young as 7, one might be a 17-year-old fully enlightened nun. If one received full ordination at the age of consent, 20 (which would be 21 because in many Asian countries one is born at age 1, not 0, as in the west).

The poems date from a 300-year period, with some dated as early as the late 6th century BCE. According to American Ven. Thanissaro, abbot of Wat Metta, the Therigatha is the "earliest extant text depicting women’s spiritual experiences."

In the Pāli Canon, the Therigatha is classified as part of the Khuddaka Nikaya, the collection of short books in the Sutta Pitaka. It consists of 73 verses organized into 16 chapters. It is the companion text to the Theragatha, "The Verses of Elder Monks" or men's spiritual awakenings. It is the earliest known collection of women's literature composed in ancient India. Here is one example:

Subhā, the Goldsmith’s Daughter

1.1 “I was so young, my clothes so fresh,
1.2 at the time I heard the Teaching.
1.3 Being attentive [in meditation/contemplation],
1.4 I comprehended the truth;

2.1 And then I became profoundly dispassionate
2.2 towards all sensual pleasures.
2.3 Seeing danger in this insubstantial reality,
2.4 I longed for renunciation [to let go].

3.1 Giving up my family circle,
3.2 bonded servants and workers,
3.3 and my flourishing villages and lands,
3.4 so delightful and pleasant,

4.1 I went forth [ordained as a wandering ascetic nun];
4.2 all that is no small wealth.
4.3 Now that I’ve gone forth in confidence like this,
4.4 in the true Teaching so well proclaimed,

5.1 since I crave for nothing,
5.2 it would be inappropriate
5.3 to take back gold and money,
5.4 having already gotten rid of them.

6.1 Neither money nor gold
6.2 lead to peace or awakening.
6.3 It does not befit a wandering ascetic.
6.4 It is not the wealth of the noble ones;

7.1 It’s just greed and vanity,
7.2 confusion and growing decadence,
7.3 dubious, troublesome —
7.4 there is nothing lasting there.

8.1 Depraved and heedless,
8.2 unenlightened folk, their hearts corrupted,
8.3 fight each other,
8.4 creating conflict.

9.1 Killing, caging, misery,
9.2 loss, grief, and lamentation,
9.3 those sunk in sensual pleasures
9.4 see many disastrous things.

10.1 My family, why do you urge me back
10.2 to [lowly] pleasures as if you were my enemies?
10.3 You know I have gone forth [from all that],
10.4 seeing great danger in [clinging to] sensual pleasures.

11.1 It is not due to gold, minted or unminted,
11.2 that defilements come to an end.
11.3 Sensual pleasures are enemies and murderers,
11.4 hostile forces that bind us to thorns.

12.1 My family, why do you urge me on
12.2 to pleasures as if you were my enemies?
12.3 You know I have gone forth,
12.4 shaven, wrapped in my outer saffron robe.

13.1 Leftovers as gleanings,
13.2 and cast-off rags as my robes —
13.3 that is what is fitting for me,
13.4 the essentials of the left-home life.

14.1 Great seers expel craving for sensual pleasures,
14.2 whether human and divine.
14.3 Safe in their sanctuary, they are free,
14.4 having found unshakable happiness.

15.1 May I not encounter [sticky] sensual pleasures,
15.2 for no safety is found in them.
15.3 Sensual pleasures are enemies and murderers,
15.4 as painful as a bonfire [one is cast upon].

16.1 Greed is an obstacle, a threat,
16.2 full of anguish and thorns;
16.3 it is out of balance,
16.4 a great gateway to confusion.

17.1 Hazardous and terrifying,
17.2 sensual pleasures are like a snake’s head [with fangs],
17.3 where fools delight,
17.4 the blind ordinary [uninstructed] folk.

18.1 Mired in the swamp of sensuality,
18.2 there are so many ignorant in the world.
18.3 They know nothing of making an end
18.4 of rebirth and future deaths.

19.1 Because of [craving for] sensual pleasures,
19.2 people fall onto a path that goes to a bad place.
19.3 So many walk that path
19.4 that brings them disease.

20.1 That is how [attachment to] sensual pleasures creates enemies;
20.2 they are tormenting, corrupting,
20.3 trapping living beings with worldly pleasures of the flesh.
20.4 They are nothing less than the bonds of death.

21.1 Enticing, maddening,
21.2 sensual pleasures derange the heart/mind.
21.3 They are a snare laid by Māra [the Tempter]
21.4 for the corruption of living beings.

22.1 Sensual pleasures are boundlessly dangerous.
22.2 They are full of suffering, a terrible poison;
22.3 Offering little gratification, they are makers of strife,
22.4 withering bright qualities away.

23.1 Since I have created so much ruination
23.2 because of [craving for] sensual pleasures,
23.3 I will not relapse to them again
23.4 but will always delight in quenching.

24.1 Fighting against sensual pleasures,
24.2 longing for that cool state,
24.3 I shall meditate diligently
24.4 for the ending of all fetters.

25.1 Sorrowless, stainless, secure:
25.2 I’ll follow that path,
25.3 the straight noble eightfold way
25.4 by which the seers have crossed over.”

26.1 “Look at this: Subhā the goldsmith’s daughter,
26.2 standing firm in the teaching.
26.3 She has entered the imperturbable state,
26.4 meditating at the root of a tree.

27.1 It’s just eight days since she went forth,
27.2 full of confidence in the beautiful Teaching.
27.3 Guided by Ven. Uppalavaṇṇā,
27.4 she is master of the Three Knowledges, conqueror of death.

28.1 This one is freed from slavery and debt,
28.2 a nun with faculties developed.
28.3 Unyoked from all yokes,
28.4 she has completed the task and is free of defilements [asavas].”

29.1 Thus did Sakka, lord of all creatures,
29.2 along with a host of devas,
29.3 having come by their psychic powers,
29.4 honor Subhā, the goldsmith’s daughter.

*The enlightened author
G. P. Malalasekera, Buddhist Dictionary of Pali Proper Names (1899-1973), London, edited by Dhr. Seven, Wisdom Quarterly
Subhā Kammāradhītā was the daughter of a rich goldsmith in Rājagaha, the royal city wrung by seven hills, where the Buddha spent many rainy seasons on Vulture's Peak and where "Buddhism" was founded near Pipphali Cave.

One day she went to pay homage to the Buddha and he, recognizing her ability to grasp the timeless Dhamma, taught her a gradual discourse. She became a stream enterer (sotāpanna, the first stage of enlightenment).

She later joined the Bhikkhuni Sangha or "Nun's Order," under Ven. Mahā Pajāpatī Gotami (the world's first Buddhist nun, the Buddha's adoptive mother, sister of his biological mother, Queen Maya).

From time to time her relatives tried to persuade her to disrobe and leave the Monastic Order to return to the lay life and the world.

So one day she set forth, in 24 verses, the dangers of household life and dismissed them, convinced of her having rightly grasped the ultimate meaning of life due to her initial awakening.

Then, striving for insight (vipassana), she attained full enlightenment (arahantship) on the eighth day (Therigatha, Verses 338-361).

The Buddha saw this and praised her in three verses (Thig.vs.362-364).

Sakka (the king of the devas of Tavatimsa or the "Heaven of the Thirty-Three" and the "Realm of the Four Great Regents") visited her with the devas of Tāvatimsa and uttered another verse in her praise (ThigA.365; ThigA.236f.)