[435] Alone, O king, I lie down upon a mat of leaves laid ready;
through that solitary rest of mine, O king, my complexion (vaṇṇa) is serene.
And no royal guard girt with swords stands posted in attendance upon me;
through that solitary rest of mine, O king, my complexion is serene.
I do not sorrow over the past, nor do I yearn for the future;
I maintain myself with what is present — hence my complexion is serene.
Through yearning for the future, through sorrowing over the past,
by this fools wither away, like a green reed cut down.
English translation from the Pali (Siam Raṭṭha edition) — under review, not for citation.