quenched and still

.

I gave up my house

and set out into homelessness.

I gave up my child, my cattle,

and all that I loved.

I gave up desire and hate.

My ignorance was thrown out.

I pulled out craving

along with its root.

Now I am quenched and still.

~ Sangha (6th-5th centuries BCE)

translated by Susan Murcott

Her work is recorded in Pali in the Therigatha,

 the book of enlightenment poetry of Buddhist nuns.