por, nor drunk on poetry. My goal attained, I am sorrow-free. All alone in a secluded lodging, I lie down with sympathy for all beings. Even those pierced in the chest with an arrow, their hearts rapidly, rapidly beating: even they with their arrows are able to sleep. So why shouldnât I, with my arrow         removed? Iâm not awake with worry, nor afraid to sleep. Days & nights donât oppress me. I see no threat of decline in any world at all. Thatâs why I sleep with sympathy for all beings." Then Mṅra the Evil One—sad & dejected at realizing, "The Blessed One knows me; the One Well-Gone knows me"—vanished right there. See also: SN 1:38; SN 5:1–10; SN 36:6; AN 5:129 - --> - - - -