Theragatha
Chapter III — The Threes
174
Matangaputta
Translated from the Pali by Thanissaro Bhikkhu.
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It's too cold,
too hot,
too late in the evening --
people who say this,
shirking their work:
the moment passes them by.
Whoever regards cold and heat
as no more than grass,
doing his manly duties,
won't fall away
from ease.
With my chest
I push through wild grasses --
spear-grass,
ribbon-grass,
rushes --
cultivating
a seclusion heart.