In both ways
consummate,
[1]
I'm known as Rahula
the Fortunate:
because I'm the son of the Buddha,
because I've the eye that sees Dhammas,
because my fermentations are ended,
because I've no further becoming.
I'm deserving of offerings,
a worthy one
a three-knowledge man,
[2]
with sight
of the Deathless.
Those
blinded by sensuality
covered by the net,
veiled by the veil of craving,
bound by the
Kinsman
of the heedless,
[3]
are like fish in the mouth of a trap.
Throwing that sensuality aside,
cutting through Mara's bond,
pulling out craving, root & all,
cooled am I,
Unbound.