The Buddha - Dhammapada Teachings - The True Master
A man is not born to mastery. A master is never proud.
He does not talk down to others.
Owning nothing, he misses nothing.
He is not afraid. He does not tremble. Nothing binds him.
He is infinitely free.
So cut through the strap and the thong and the rope.
Loosen the fastenings. Unbolt the doors of sleep and awake.
The master endures insults and ill treatment,
For his spirit is an army. He is never angry.
He keeps his promises. He never strays, he is determined.
This body is my last, he says!
Like water on the leaf of a lotus flower or a mustard seed
on the point of a needle, he does not cling.
For he has reached the end of sorrow,
and has laid down his burden.
He looks deeply into things and sees their nature.
He discriminates and reaches the end of the way.
And the way he has taken is hidden from men,
Even from spirits and gods, by virtue of his purity.
In him there in no yesterday, No tomorrow, No today.
Possessing nothing, wanting nothing. he is full of power.
Fearless, wise, exalted.
He has vanquished all things.
He sees by virtue of his purity.
He has come to the end of the way,
Over the river of his many lives, his many deaths.
Beyond the sorrow of hell,
Beyond the great joy of heaven,
By virtue of his purity.
He has come to the end of the way.
All that he had to do, he has done.
And now he is one.