Get up, Kātiyāna, and sit!
Don’t sleep too much, be wakeful.
Don’t be lazy, and let the kinsman of the heedless,
The king of death, catch you in his trap.
Like a wave in the mighty ocean,
Birth and old age overwhelm you.
Make a safe island of yourself,
For you have no other shelter.
The teacher has mastered this path,
Which transcends ties, and the fear of birth and old age.
Be heedful all the time,
And devote yourself to dedicated practice.
Be free of your former bonds!
Wearing outer robe, with shaven head, eating almsfood,
Don’t delight in play or sleep,
Devote yourself to jhāna, Kātiyāna.
Practice jhāna and conquer, Kātiyāna,
You’re skilled in the path to security from the yoke.
Attaining unexcelled purity,
You’ll be quenched, like a flame by water.
A lamp with feeble flames
Is bent down by the wind, like a creeper;
Just so, kinsman of Indra,
You shake off Māra, without grasping.
Free of lust for feelings,
Await your time here, cooled.