Dighanikaya 22.380_3

22.380_3

Thero kira aphāsukakāle balavavedanāya nitthunanto aparāparaṃ parivattati, tameko daharo āha – ‘‘kataraṃ vo, bhante, ṭhānaṃ rujjatī’’ti. Āvuso, pāṭiyekkaṃ rujjanaṭṭhānaṃ nāma natthi, vatthuṃ ārammaṇaṃ katvā vedanāva vedayatīti. Evaṃ jānanakālato paṭṭhāya adhivāsetuṃ vaṭṭati no, bhante,ti. Adhivāsemi, āvusoti. Adhivāsanā, bhante, seyyoti. Thero adhivāsesi. Vāto yāva hadayā phālesi, mañcake antāni rāsikatāni ahesuṃ. Thero daharassa dassesi ‘‘vaṭṭatāvuso, ettakā adhivāsanā’’ti. Daharo tuṇhī ahosi. Thero vīriyasamataṃ yojetvā saha paṭisambhidāhi arahattaṃ pāpuṇitvā samasīsī hutvā parinibbāyi.

The thera, it is told, when ill and groaning under severe feeling, was rolling back and forth. A young monk said to him: "Venerable sir, which spot is painful to you?" "Friend, there is no separate painful spot; having made a base its object, feeling itself experiences." "From the time one knows thus, venerable sir, shouldn't one endure it?" "I am enduring it, friend." "Endurance, venerable sir, is excellent." The thera endured it. The wind pierced through to his heart, and his intestines piled up on the couch. The thera showed the young monk: "Is this much endurance proper, friend?" The young monk was silent. The thera, having balanced his energy and attained arahantship along with the analytical knowledges, became one whose end of life and defilements occurred simultaneously, and attained final passing.