“With plows the fields are plowed – With seeds the earth is sown
Thus wives and children feed – So young men win their wealth

Then why do I of virtue pure – Doing the Master’s teaching
Not lazy nor proud – Nibbana not attain?

Having washed my feet – Then I watched that water
Noticing the foot – water
Flowing from high to low – With that the mind was calmed
Just as a noble, through bred horse

Having taken my lamp – I went in to my hut
Inspected the sleeping place – Then sat upon the couch

Having taken a pin – I pushed the wick right down
And just as the lamp want out – So all delusion of the heart went too”

Patacara Theri – Theri Gatha