Mortification
So I have heard. [1]
At one time, when he was first awakened, the Buddha was staying in Uruvelā at the root of the goatherd’s banyan tree on the bank of the Nerañjarā River. [2]
Then as he was in private retreat this thought came to his mind,
“I am truly freed from that grueling work! [3]
Thank goodness I’m freed from that pointless grueling work.
Thank goodness I’m freed and have attained awakening.” [4]
And then Māra the Wicked, knowing the Buddha’s train of thought, went up to him and addressed him in verse: [5]
“You’ve left the practice of mortification [6]
by which sons of men purify themselves.
You’re impure, but think yourself pure;
you’ve strayed from the path of purity.”
Then the Buddha, knowing that this was Māra the Wicked, replied to him in verse:
“I realized that it’s pointless;
all that endless mortification [7]
is as futile
as oars and rudder on dry land. [8]
Ethics, immersion, and wisdom:
by developing this path to awakening
I attained ultimate purity.
You’re beaten, terminator!” [9]
Then Māra the Wicked, thinking, “The Buddha knows me! The Holy One knows me!” miserable and sad, vanished right there.