UbbirīUbbiritherīgāthā

“You cry ‘Live, my dear mother!’ in the forest.“Amma jīvāti vanamhi kandasi, Ubbirī, get a hold of yourself!Attānaṁ adhigaccha ubbiri; Eighty-four thousand people,Cullāsītisahassāni, all named ‘Live’,Sabbā jīvasanāmikā; have been burnt in this funeral ground:Etamhāḷāhane daḍḍhā, which one do you grieve for?”Tāsaṁ kamanusocasi”.

“Oh! For you have plucked the arrow from me,“Abbahī vata me sallaṁ, so hard to see, stuck in the heart.duddasaṁ hadayassitaṁ; You’ve swept away the grief for my daughterYaṁ me sokaparetāya, in which I once was mired.dhītusokaṁ byapānudi.

Today I’ve plucked the arrow,Sājja abbūḷhasallāhaṁ, I’m hungerless, quenched.Nicchātā parinibbutā; I go for refuge to that sage, the Buddha,Buddhaṁ dhammañca saṅghañca, to his teaching, and to the Saṅgha.”Upemi saraṇaṁ munin”ti.