In both ways
	consummate,
[1] 
I'm known as Rahula
	the Fortunate:
because 	I'm the son of the Buddha,
because 	I've the eye that sees Dhammas,
because 	my fermentations are ended,
because 	I've no further becoming.
I'm deserving of offerings,
a worthy one
	a three-knowledge man,
[2] 
	with sight
	of the Deathless.
Those
blinded 	by sensuality
covered 	by the net,
veiled 	by the veil of craving,
bound 	by the 
Kinsman of the heedless,
[3] 
	are like fish in the mouth of a trap.
Throwing that sensuality aside,
cutting through Mara's bond,
pulling out craving, root & all,
	cooled am I,
	Unbound.