“Daughter of Treas’rer Majjha’s famous house,
Rich, beautiful and prosperous, I was born
To vast possessions and to lofty rank.

Nor lacked I suitors—many came and wooed;
The sons of Kings and merchant princes came
With costly gifts, all eager for my hand.
And messengers were sent from many a land
With promise to my father: ‘Give to me

Anopamā, and look! whate’er she weighs,
Anopamā thy daughter, I will give
Eightfold that weight in gold and gems of price.’

But I had seen th’ Enlightened, Chief o’ the World,
The One Supreme. In lowliness I sat
And worshipped at his feet. He, Gotama,

Out of his pity taught to me the Norm.
And seated even there I touched in heart
The Anāgāmi-Fruit, Third of the Paths,
And knew this world should see me ne’er return.

Then cutting off the glory of my hair,
I entered on the homeless ways of life.
’Tis now the seventh night since first all sense
Of craving drièd up within my heart.”