Therīgāthā
Canto 1
17. Dhammā
“Far had I wandered for my daily food;
Weary with shaking limbs I reached my rest,
Leaning upon my staff, when even there
I fell to earth.—Lo! all the misery
Besetting this poor mortal frame lay bare
To inward vision. Prone the body lay;
The heart of me rose up in liberty.”