Classic Poem

Vasitthi had become distraught with grief at the death of her son. Meeting the Buddha, she, through his influence, regained her sanity and was admitted to the order. She soon attained Arahantship; and, reflecting on her attainment, she exulted thus:
Now here, now there, lightheaded, crazed with grief,
Mourning my child, I wandered up and down,
Naked, unheeding, streaming hair, unkempt,
Lodging in scourings of the streets, and where
The dead lay still, and by the chariot-roads —
So three years long I fared, starving, athirst.

And then at last I saw Him, as He went
Within that blessed city Mithila:
Great Tamer of untamed hearts, yea, Him,
The Very Buddha, Banisher of fear.

Came back my heart to me, my errant mind;
Forthwith to Him I went low worshipping,
And there, e'en at His feet, I heard the Norm.
For of His great compassion on us all,
'Twas He who taught me, even Gotama.
I heeded all He said and left the world
And all its cares behind, and gave myself'
To follow where He taught, and realise
Life in the Path to great good fortune bound.
Now all my sorrows are hewn down, cast out,
Uprooted, brought to utter end,
In that I now can grasp and understand
The base on which my miseries were built.