Jenta, the High Priest’s SonPurohitaputtajentattheragāthā

I was drunk with the pride of birth“Jātimadena mattohaṁ, and wealth and authority.bhogaissariyena ca; I wandered about intoxicatedSaṇṭhānavaṇṇarūpena, with my own gorgeous body.madamatto acārihaṁ.

No one was my equal or my better—Nāttano samakaṁ kañci, or so I thought.atirekaṁ ca maññisaṁ; I was such an arrogant fool,Atimānahato bālo, stuck up, waving my own flag.patthaddho ussitaddhajo.

I never paid homage to anyone:Mātaraṁ pitarañcāpi, not even my mother or father,aññepi garusammate; nor others esteemed as respectable.Na kañci abhivādesiṁ, I was stiff with pride, lacking regard for others.mānatthaddho anādaro.

When I saw the foremost leader,Disvā vināyakaṁ aggaṁ, the most excellent of charioteers,sārathīnaṁ varuttamaṁ; shining like the sunTapantamiva ādiccaṁ, at the fore of the mendicant Saṅgha,bhikkhusaṅghapurakkhataṁ.

I discarded conceit and vanity,Mānaṁ madañca chaḍḍetvā, and, with a clear and confident heart,vippasannena cetasā; I bowed down with my headSirasā abhivādesiṁ, to the supreme among all beings.sabbasattānamuttamaṁ.

The conceit of superiority <j>and the conceit of inferiorityAtimāno ca omāno, have been given up and eradicated.pahīnā susamūhatā; The conceit “I am” is cut off,Asmimāno samucchinno, and every kind of conceit is destroyed.sabbe mānavidhā hatā”ti.