SN 2.18
Kakudhasutta
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Evaṁ me sutaṁ— ekaṁ samayaṁ bhagavā sākete viharati añjanavane migadāye. Atha kho kakudho devaputto abhikkantāya rattiyā abhikkantavaṇṇo kevalakappaṁ añjanavanaṁ obhāsetvā yena bhagavā tenupasaṅkami; upasaṅkamitvā bhagavantaṁ abhivādetvā ekamantaṁ aṭṭhāsi. Ekamantaṁ ṭhito kho kakudho devaputto bhagavantaṁ etadavoca: “nandasi, samaṇā”ti? “Kiṁ laddhā, āvuso”ti? “Tena hi, samaṇa, socasī”ti? “Kiṁ jīyittha, āvuso”ti? “Tena hi, samaṇa, neva nandasi na ca socasī”ti? “Evamāvuso”ti.
So I have heard. At one time the Buddha was staying near Sāketa in the deer park at the Añjana Wood. Then, late at night, the glorious godling Kakudha, lighting up the entire Añjana Wood, went up to the Buddha, bowed, stood to one side, and said to him, “Do you delight, ascetic?” “What have I gained, sir?” “Well then, ascetic, do you sorrow?” “What have I lost, sir?” “Well then, ascetic, do you neither delight nor sorrow?” “Yes, sir.”
“Kacci tvaṁ anagho bhikkhu, kacci nandī na vijjati; Kacci taṁ ekamāsīnaṁ, aratī nābhikīratī”ti.
“I hope you’re not gloomy, mendicant, I hope that delight isn’t found in you. I hope that discontent doesn’t overwhelm you as you sit alone.”
“Anagho ve ahaṁ yakkha, atho nandī na vijjati; Atho maṁ ekamāsīnaṁ, aratī nābhikīratī”ti.
“I’m genuinely not gloomy, spirit, and no delight is found in me. And also discontent doesn’t overwhelm me as I sit alone.”
“Kathaṁ tvaṁ anagho bhikkhu, kathaṁ nandī na vijjati; Kathaṁ taṁ ekamāsīnaṁ, aratī nābhikīratī”ti.
“How are you not gloomy, mendicant? How is delight not found in you? How does discontent not overwhelm you as you sit alone?”
“Aghajātassa ve nandī, nandījātassa ve aghaṁ; Anandī anagho bhikkhu, evaṁ jānāhi āvuso”ti.
“Delight is born from gloom, gloom is born from delight; sir, you should know me as a mendicant free of delight and gloom.”
“Cirassaṁ vata passāmi, brāhmaṇaṁ parinibbutaṁ; Anandiṁ anaghaṁ bhikkhuṁ, tiṇṇaṁ loke visattikan”ti.
“After a long time I see a brahmin fully quenched. A mendicant free of delight and gloom, he has crossed over clinging to the world.”