But when one is born among them, the bull that’s tamed—a behemoth, powerful, well-paced in pulling forward—they yoke the load just to him, regardless of his color.

So it is for humans, wherever they may be born—among aristocrats, brahmins, peasants, menials, or corpse-workers and scavengers—

one is born among them, tamed, true to their vows. Firm in principle, accomplished in ethical conduct, truthful, conscientious,

they’ve given up birth and death. Complete in the spiritual journey, with burden put down, detached, they’ve completed the task <j>and are free of defilements.

Gone beyond all things, they’re quenched by not grasping. In that flawless field, a religious donation is abundant.

Fools who don’t understand—unlearned simpletons—give their gifts to those outside, and don’t attend the peaceful ones.

But those who do attend the peaceful ones—wise, esteemed as attentive—and whose faith in the Holy One has roots planted deep,

they go to the realm of the gods, or are born here in a good family. Gradually those astute ones reach extinguishment.”

Numbered Discourses 3.58 6. Brahmins With Tikaṇṇa