Therigatha II

II.3 -- Sumangala's Mother

So freed! So freed!
So thoroughly freed am I --
    from my pestle,
    my shameless husband
    & his sun-shade making,
    my moldy old pot
    with its water-snake smell.
Aversion & passion
I cut with a chop.
Having come to the foot of a tree,
I meditate, absorbed in the bliss:
    "What bliss!"