Theragāthā Verses of the Senior Monks Chapter of the Threes 3.10. Sāṭimattiya In the past you had faith, Today you have none. What’s yours is yours alone; I’ve done nothing wrong. Faith is impermanent, fickle— So I have seen. People’s passions wax and wane: Why should a sage grow old worrying about that? 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.