thig3.5:0.1Verses of the Senior Nuns 3.5
thig3.5:0.2The Book of the Threes
thig3.5:0.3Ubbirī
thig3.5:1.1“You cry ‘Live, my dear mother!’ in the forest.
thig3.5:1.2Ubbirī, get a hold of yourself!
thig3.5:1.3Eighty-four thousand people,
thig3.5:1.4all named ‘Live’,
thig3.5:1.5have been burnt in this funeral ground:
thig3.5:1.6which one do you grieve for?”
thig3.5:2.1“Oh! For you have plucked the arrow from me,
thig3.5:2.2so hard to see, stuck in the heart.
thig3.5:2.3You’ve swept away the grief for my daughter
thig3.5:2.4in which I once was mired.
thig3.5:3.1Today I’ve plucked the arrow,
thig3.5:3.2I’m hungerless, quenched.
thig3.5:3.3I go for refuge to that sage, the Buddha,
thig3.5:3.4to his teaching, and to the Saṅgha.”