.
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.
