Intoxicated with my complexion figure, beauty, & fame;
haughty with youth, I despised other women.
Adorning this body embellished to delude foolish men, I stood at the door to the brothel: a hunter with snare laid out.
I showed off my ornaments, and revealed many a private part. I worked my manifold magic, laughing out loud at the crowd.
Today, wrapped in a double cloak, my head shaven, having wandered for alms, I sit at the foot of a tree and attain the state of no-thought. All ties — human & divine — have been cut. Having cast off all effluents, cooled am I, unbound.
American Buddhist Net 