Therīgāthā
Canto 2
8. Abhayā's Mother
“‘Upward from sole of foot, O mother dear,
Downward from crown of hair this body see.
Is’t not impure, the evil-smelling thing?’
This have I pondered, meditating still,
Till every throb of lust is rooted out.
Expunged is all the fever of desire.
Cool am I now and calm—Nibbana’s peace.”