Of all those named ‘giant’,

he is truly named, supreme.

I shall extol the giant for you,

for he does nothing monstrous.

Gentleness and harmlessness

are two feet of the giant.

Fervor and chastity

are his two other feet.

Faith is the giant’s trunk,

and equanimity his white tusks.

Mindfulness is his neck, his head is wisdom—

inquiry and thinking about principles.

His belly is the sacred hearth of the Dhamma,

and his tail is seclusion.

Practicing absorption, enjoying the breath,

he is serene within.

The giant is serene when walking,

the giant is serene when standing,

the giant is serene when lying down,

and when sitting, the giant is serene.

The giant is restrained everywhere:

this is the accomplishment of the giant.

He eats blameless things,

he doesn’t eat blameworthy things.

When he gets food and clothes,

he avoids storing them up.

Having severed all bonds,

fetters large and small,

wherever he goes,

he goes without concern.

A white lotus,

fragrant and delightful,

sprouts in water and grows there,

but water does not stick to it.

Just so the Buddha is born in the world,

and lives in the world,

but the world does not stick to him,

as water does not stick to the lotus.

A great blazing fire

dies down when the fuel runs out.