Dhp383-423

Minor Collection

Sayings of the Dhamma 383–423

26. Brahmins

Cut the stream, striving!

Cast aside sensual pleasures, brahmin.

Knowing the ending of conditions,

know the uncreated, brahmin.

When a brahmin has gone beyond

dualistic phenomena,

then they consciously

make an end of all fetters.

One for whom there is no crossing over

or crossing back, or crossing over and back;

stress-free, detached,

that’s who I declare a brahmin.

Absorbed, rid of hopes,

their task completed, without defilements,

arrived at the highest goal:

that’s who I declare a brahmin.

The sun blazes by day,

the moon radiates at night,

the aristocrat shines in armor,

and the brahmin shines in absorption.

But all day and all night,

the Buddha blazes with glory.

A brahmin’s so-called since they’ve banished evil,

an ascetic’s so-called since they live a serene life.

One who has renounced all stains

is said to be a “renunciant”.

One should never strike a brahmin,

nor should a brahmin retaliate.

Woe to the one who hurts a brahmin,

and woe for the one who retaliates.

Nothing is better for a brahmin

than to hold their mind back from attachment.

From wherever a cruel wish recoils,

right there suffering subsides.

Who does nothing wrong

by body, speech or mind,

restrained in these three respects,

that’s who I declare a brahmin.

You should graciously honor

the one from whom you learn the Dhamma

taught by the awakened Buddha,

as a brahmin honors the sacred flame.

Not by matted hair or family,

or birth is one a brahmin.

Those who are truthful and principled:

they are pure, they are brahmins.

Why the matted hair, you simpleton,

and why the skin of deer?

The tangle is inside you,

yet you polish up your outsides.

A personage who wears robes of rags,

lean, their limbs showing veins,

meditating alone in the forest,

that’s who I declare a brahmin.

I don’t call someone a brahmin

after the mother’s womb they’re born from.

If they still have attachments,

they’re just someone who says “worthy”.

Having nothing, taking nothing:

that’s who I declare a brahmin.

Having cut off all fetters

they have no anxiety.

They’ve slipped their chains and are detached:

that’s who I declare a brahmin.

They’ve cut the strap and harness,

the halter and bridle too,

with cross-bar lifted, they’re awakened:

that’s who I declare a brahmin.

Abuse, killing, caging:

they endure these without anger.

Patience is their powerful army:

that’s who I declare a brahmin.

Not irritable or pretentious,

dutiful in precepts and observances,

tamed, bearing their final body:

that’s who I declare a brahmin.

Like water from a lotus leaf,

like a mustard seed off the point of a pin,

sensual pleasures slip off them:

that’s who I declare a brahmin.

They understand for themselves

the end of suffering in this life;

with burden put down, detached:

that’s who I declare a brahmin.

Deep in wisdom, intelligent,

expert in the path and what is not the path;

arrived at the highest goal:

that’s who I declare a brahmin.

Mixing with neither

householders nor the homeless;

a migrant with no bastion, few in wishes:

that’s who I declare a brahmin.

They’ve laid aside violence

against creatures firm and frail;

not killing or making others kill:

that’s who I declare a brahmin.

Not fighting among those who fight,

quenched among those who have taken up arms,

not grasping among those who grasp:

that’s who I declare a brahmin.

They’ve discarded greed and hate,

along with conceit and contempt,

like a mustard seed off the point of a pin:

that’s who I declare a brahmin.

The words they utter

are polished, informative, and true,

and don’t offend anyone:

that’s who I declare a brahmin.

They don’t steal anything in the world,

long or short,

tiny or huge, beautiful or ugly:

that’s who I declare a brahmin.

They have no hope

in this world or the next;

with no need for hope, detached:

that’s who I declare a brahmin.

They have no clinging,

knowledge has freed them of indecision,

they’ve arrived at the objective, freedom from death:

that’s who I declare a brahmin.

They’ve escaped the chain

of both good and bad deeds;

sorrowless, stainless, pure:

that’s who I declare a brahmin.

Pure as the spotless moon,

clear and unclouded,

they’ve ended relish for rebirth:

that’s who I declare a brahmin.

They’ve got past this grueling swamp

of delusion, transmigration.

Meditating in stillness, free of indecision,

they have crossed over to the far shore.

They’re quenched by not grasping:

that’s who I declare a brahmin.

They’ve given up sensual pleasures,

and have gone forth from lay life;

they’ve ended rebirth in the sensual realm:

that’s who I declare a brahmin.

They’ve given up craving,

and have gone forth from lay life;

they’ve ended craving to be reborn:

that’s who I declare a brahmin.

They’ve given up craving,

and have gone forth from lay life;

they’ve ended craving to be reborn:

that’s who I declare a brahmin.

They’ve thrown off the human yoke,

and slipped out of the heavenly yoke;

unyoked from all yokes:

that’s who I declare a brahmin.

Giving up desire and discontent,

they’re cooled and free of attachments;

a hero, master of the whole world:

that’s who I declare a brahmin.

They know the passing away

and rebirth of all beings;

unattached, holy, awakened:

that’s who I declare a brahmin.

Gods, centaurs, and humans

don’t know their destiny;

the perfected ones with defilements ended:

that’s who I declare a brahmin.

They have nothing before or after,

or even in between.

Having nothing, taking nothing:

that’s who I declare a brahmin.

Captain of the herd, excellent hero,

great seer and victor;

unstirred, washed, awakened:

that’s who I declare a brahmin.

One who knows their past lives,

sees heaven and places of loss,

and has attained the end of rebirth;

a sage of perfect insight

at the summit of spiritual perfection:

that’s who I declare a brahmin.

The Sayings of the Dhamma are complete.