I, Kulla, went to a charnel ground
And saw a woman left there,
Discarded in a cemetery,
Full of worms that devoured her.

See this body, Kulla—
Diseased, filthy, rotten,
Oozing and trickling,
A fools’ delight.

Taking Dhamma as a mirror
For realizing knowledge and vision,
I reviewed this body,
Vacant, inside and out.

As this is, so is that;
As that is, so is this.
As below, so above;
As above, so below.

As by day, so by night;
As by night, so by day.
As before, so after;
As after, so before.

Not even music played by a five-piece band,
Can give such pleasure
As there is for one with unified mind,
Discerning the Dhamma rightly.