Thag 6:9 Jenta, the Royal Chaplain’s Son
drunk with the intoxication
of my birth, wealth, & sovereignty.
Drunk with the intoxication
of my body’s build, coloring, & form,
I wandered about,
regarding no one
as my equal or better.
Foolish, arrogant, haughty,
my banner held high.
I—disrespectful, arrogant, proud—
bowed down to no one,
or those commonly held
Then—seeing the ultimate leader,
supreme, foremost of charioteers,
like a blazing sun,
arrayed with a squadron of monks—
casting away pride & intoxication
through an awareness serene & clear,
I bowed down
to him, supreme
among all living beings.
Haughtiness & contempt
have been abandoned
the conceit “I am” is extracted,
all forms of pride, destroyed.