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I.1 -- An Anonymous Bhikkhuni

Sleep, little theri, sleep comfortably,
wrapped in the robe that you've made,
for your passion is stilled --
    like a pot of pickled greens
        boiled dry.

I.3 -- Punna

Punna, grow full with good qualities
like the moon on the fifteenth day.
With discernment at total fullness, burst
    the mass
    of darkness.

I.11 -- Mutta

So freed! So thoroughly freed am I! --
from three crooked things set free:
    from mortar, pestle,
    & crooked old husband.
Having uprooted the craving
that leads to becoming,
I'm set free from aging & death.

I.17 -- Dhamma

Wandering for alms --
weak, leaning on a staff,
with trembling limbs --
I fell down right there on the ground.
Seeing the drawbacks of the body,
my mind was then
            set free.