Thig 1.13
Do the Buddha’s bidding,
you won’t regret it.
Having quickly washed your feet,
sit in a discreet place to meditate.
Lean treoracha an Bhúda,
ní bheidh cathú ort.
Tar éis duit do chosa a ní go gasta
suigh i gcúil éigin is déan do mhachnamh.
Thig 1.16
Sleep softly, old lady,
wrapped in the cloth you sewed yourself;
for your desire has been quelled,
you’re cooled and quenched.
Codladh sámh, a sheanbhean uasal,
san éadach a d'fhuaigh tú féin;
tá do dhúil curtha faoi chois agat,
fionnuar ataoi, múchta.
Thig 1.17
I wandered for alms though feeble,
leaning on a staff.
My limbs wobbled
and I fell to the ground right there.
Seeing the danger of the body,
my mind was freed.
Amach liom go lagchosach ag lorg déirce,
maide agam mar thaca.
Lúb na cosa fúm
agus thiteas láithreach ar an talamh.
Nuair ba léir dom an cholainn seo a bheith i mbaol
Go tobann, saoradh m'aigne.
