Mātaṅgaputta

“It’s too cold, too hot,too late,” they say.When the young neglect their work like this,opportunities pass them by.

“Atisītaṁ atiuṇhaṁ, atisāyamidaṁ ahu; Iti vissaṭṭhakammante, khaṇā accenti māṇave.

“It’s too cold, too hot,“Atisītaṁ atiuṇhaṁ, too late,” they say.atisāyamidaṁ ahu; When the young neglect their work like this,Iti vissaṭṭhakammante, opportunities pass them by.khaṇā accenti māṇave.

But one who considers heat and coldas no more than blades of grass—he does his duties as a man,and his happiness never fails.

Yo ca sītañca uṇhañca, tiṇā bhiyyo na maññati; Karaṁ purisakiccāni, so sukhā na vihāyati.

But one who considers heat and coldYo ca sītañca uṇhañca, as no more than blades of grass—tiṇā bhiyyo na maññati; he does his duties as a man,Karaṁ purisakiccāni, and his happiness never fails.so sukhā na vihāyati.

With my chest I’ll thrust asidethe grasses, vines, and creepers,and foster seclusion.

Dabbaṁ kusaṁ poṭakilaṁ, usīraṁ muñjapabbajaṁ; Urasā panudissāmi, *panudissāmi → panudahissāmi (sya1ed, sya2ed, pts1ed)vivekamanubrūhayan”ti.

With my chest I’ll thrust asideDabbaṁ kusaṁ poṭakilaṁ, the grasses, vines, and creepers,usīraṁ muñjapabbajaṁ; and foster seclusion.Urasā panudissāmi, *panudissāmi → panudahissāmi (sya1ed, sya2ed, pts1ed)vivekamanubrūhayan”ti.