Let go the past what has gone before – Let go the future that which comes after
Let go thy hold on the middle as well – Thus with mind released in every way
Then comest never more to birth and decay
“Jiva my daughter – you cry in the woods
Come to your senses, Ubberi – 84000 all named Jiva
Have being burned in that charnel ground – For which of them do you grieve?
Pulling out – completely out
The arrow so hard to see – Embedded in my heart
He expelled from me
Overcome with grief – the grief over my daughter
Today – with arrow removed
Without hunger , entirely unbound – To the Buddha , Dhamma & Sangha I do refuge
to the sage”
