Undaunted, mother, you speak this matter to me. I suspect that now in you no underbrush is found. Vaṇṇhaâs Mother: Whatever fabrications are lowly, middling, or exalted: No underbrush for them in me —not a bit, not the least little bit— is found. All effluents are ended for me— heedful, doing jhṅna. The three knowledges are attained; the Buddhaâs bidding, done. Vaṇṇha: With what a vast goad my mother poked me— because of her sympathy— verses connected to the ultimate goal. Having heard her words— my motherâs instruction— Dhamma-saṃvega arose for attaining rest from the yoke. Resolute in exertion, relentlessly, both day & night, I, roused by my mother, touched the highest peace. - --> - - - -