Theragāthā

Verses of the Senior Monks

Chapter of the Fives

5.3. Giri­mānanda

The sky rains, like a beautiful song,
My little hut is ro­ofed and pleasant,
Sheltered from the wind,
I dwell there peacefully
So rain, sky, as you please.

The sky rains, like a beautiful song,
My little hut is ro­ofed and pleasant,
Sheltered from the wind,
I dwell there, with peaceful mind:
So rain, sky, as you please.

The sky rains, like a beautiful song,
My little hut is ro­ofed and pleasant,
Sheltered from the wind,
I dwell there, free of lust:
So rain, sky, as you please.

The sky rains, like a beautiful song,
My little hut is ro­ofed and pleasant,
Sheltered from the wind,
I dwell there, free of hate:
So rain, sky, as you please.

The sky rains, like a beautiful song,
My little hut is ro­ofed and pleasant,
Sheltered from the wind,
I dwell there, free of delusion:
So rain, sky, as you please.