Theragāthā Verses of the Senior Monks Chapter of the Threes 3.5. Mātaṅgaputta “It’s too cold, too hot, Too late,” they say. Those who neglect their work like this— Opportunities pass them by. But one who considers hot and cold To be nothing more than a blade of grass; He does his manly duty, And his happiness never fails. With my chest I’ll thrust aside The grasses, vines, and creepers, And devote myself to seclusion.