“Master.
Behold, Nandā, the foul compound, diseased,
Impure! Compel thy heart to contemplate
What is not fair to view. So steel thyself
And concentrate the well-composèd mind.

As with this body, so with thine; as with
Thy beauty, so with this—thus shall it be
With this malodorous, offensive shape,
Wherein the foolish only take delight.

So look thou on it day and night with mind
Unfalteringly steadfast, till alone,
By thine own wit, delivered from the thrall
Of beauty, thou dost gain vision serene.

Therī.
I, even I, have seen, inside and out,
This body as in truth it really is,
Who sought to know the ‘what’ and ‘why’ of it,
With zeal unfaltering and ardour fired.

Now for the body care I never more,
And all my consciousness is passion-free.
Keen with unfettered zeal, detached,
Calm and serene I taste Nibbana’s peace.”