[105] "Friend Sāriputta, I cannot bear up, I cannot keep going; my painful feelings (vedanā) are severe — they are increasing, not subsiding; their increase is evident, not their subsiding. Just as if, friend, a strong man were to split open one's head with a sharp point, even so, friend, violent winds assail my head. I cannot bear up, friend, I cannot keep going … not their subsiding. Just as if, friend, a strong man were to bind a head-band about one's head with a tough leather strap, even so, friend, from violent winds there are head-pains in my head. I cannot bear up, friend, I cannot keep going … not their subsiding. Just as if, friend, a skilled butcher of cattle or a butcher's apprentice were to carve up the belly with a sharp butcher's knife, even so, friend, violent winds carve up my belly. I cannot bear up, friend, I cannot keep going … not their subsiding. Just as if, friend, two strong men were to seize a weaker man by both arms and scorch and roast him over a pit of glowing coals, even so, friend, there is a violent burning in my body. I cannot bear up, friend, I cannot keep going; my painful feelings are severe — they are increasing, not subsiding; their increase is evident, not their subsiding. I shall take up the knife, friend Sāriputta; I do not wish for life." And the Venerable Channa took up the knife.
English translation from the Pali (Siam Raṭṭha edition) — under review, not for citation.