If anyone were to dissect it, turning it inside out, the unbearable stench would disgust even their own mother.

Rationally examining the aggregates, elements, and sense fields as conditioned, rooted in birth, suffering—why would I wish for marriage?

Let three hundred sharp swords fall on my body everyday! Even if the slaughter lasted a hundred years it’d be worth it if it led to the end of suffering.

One who understands the Teacher’s words would put up with this slaughter: ‘Long for you is transmigration being killed time and time again.’

Among gods and humans, in the realm of animals or that of titans, among the ghosts or in the hells, endless killings are seen.

The hells are full of killing, for the corrupt who have fallen to the underworld. Even among the gods there is no shelter, for no happiness excels extinguishment.

Those who are committed to the dispensation of him of the ten powers attain extinguishment. Living at ease, they apply themselves to giving up rebirth and death.

On this very day, dad, I shall renounce: what’s to enjoy in hollow riches? I’m disillusioned with sensual pleasures, they’re like vomit, made like a palm stump.”

As she spoke thus to her father, Anīkaratta, to whom she was betrothed, approached from Vāraṇavatī at the time appointed for the marriage.

Then Sumedhā took up a knife, and cut off her hair, so black, thick, and soft. Shutting herself in the longhouse, she entered the first absorption.