[470] "Assuredly never, Migājina, at any time
did I pay honor to any ascetic or brahmin at all and wait upon him.
As I went with great majesty, blazing with splendor,
while songs were being sung and sweet strains were being played,
amid the resounding of beaten instruments, with cymbal and gong in concert,
I saw, Migājina, a mango tree in fruit, outside the wall,
being pelted by human beings, by folk desiring its fruit.
So I, Migājina, leaving that splendor behind, alighted
and went up to the foot of the mango trees, the fruitful one and the fruitless.
There I saw the fruiting mango struck down, shattered, stripped bare,
and then the other mango, gleaming dark green, delightful.
Even so, surely, will enemies slay us too,
sovereign amid many thorns,
just as the fruit-bearing mango was struck down.
For its hide the leopard is slain; the tusker is slain for its tusks;
for his wealth they slay the wealthy — but the homeless one, free of ties, [who shall slay him?]
The mango in fruit and the barren one — these two are my teachers."
English translation from the Pali (Siam Raṭṭha edition) — under review, not for citation.