In both ways
I'm known as Rahula
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
of the Deathless.
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,