In one who has gone the full distance, is free from sorrow, is fully released in all respects,

has abandoned all bonds: no fever is found.

The mindful keep active, don’t delight in settling back.

They renounce every home, every home, like swans taking off from a lake.

Not hoarding, having comprehended food,

their pasture—emptiness & freedom without sign:

their trail, like that of birds through space, can’t be traced.

Effluents ended, independent of nutriment,

their pasture—emptiness & freedom without sign:

their trail, like that of birds through space, can’t be traced.

He whose senses are steadied like stallions well-trained by the charioteer,

his conceit abandoned, free of effluent, Such: even devas adore him.

Like the earth, he doesn’t react— cultured, Such, like Indra’s pillar,

like a lake free of mud. For him —Such— there’s no traveling on.

Calm is his mind, calm his speech & his deed:

one who’s released through right knowing, pacified, Such.

The man faithless / beyond conviction ungrateful / knowing the Unmade a burglar / who has severed connections who’s destroyed his chances / conditions

who eats vomit: / has disgorged expectations: the ultimate person.

In village or wilds, valley, plateau:

that place is delightful where arahants dwell.

Delightful wilds where the crowds don’t delight,

those free from passion delight, for they’re not searching for sensual pleasures.

Arahantavaggo sattamo niṭṭhito.