Jantusutta

Evaṁ me sutaṁ— ekaṁ samayaṁ sambahulā bhikkhū, kosalesu viharanti himavantapasse araññakuṭikāya uddhatā unnaḷā capalā mukharā vikiṇṇavācā muṭṭhassatino asampajānā asamāhitā vibbhantacittā pākatindriyā.

So I have heard. At one time several mendicants were staying in the Kosalan lands, in a wilderness hut on the slopes of the Himalayas. They were haughty, insolent, fickle, scurrilous, loose-tongued, unmindful, lacking situational awareness and immersion, with straying minds and undisciplined faculties.

Atha kho jantu devaputto tadahuposathe pannarase yena te bhikkhū tenupasaṅkami; upasaṅkamitvā te bhikkhū gāthāhi ajjhabhāsi:

Then on the fifteenth day sabbath the godling Jantu went up to those mendicants and addressed them in verse:

“Sukhajīvino pure āsuṁ, bhikkhū gotamasāvakā; Anicchā piṇḍamesanā, anicchā sayanāsanaṁ; Loke aniccataṁ ñatvā, dukkhassantaṁ akaṁsu te.

“The mendicants used to live happily, as disciples of Gotama. Desireless they sought alms; desireless they used their lodgings. Knowing that the world was impermanent they made an end of suffering.

Dupposaṁ katvā attānaṁ, gāme gāmaṇikā viya; Bhutvā bhutvā nipajjanti, parāgāresu mucchitā.

But now they’ve made themselves hard to look after, like chiefs in a village. They eat and eat and then lie down, passed out in the homes of others.

Saṅghassa añjaliṁ katvā, idhekacce vadāmahaṁ; Apaviddhā anāthā te, yathā petā tatheva te.

Having raised my cupped palms to the Saṅgha, I speak here only about certain people. They’re dregs, with no protector, just like those who have passed away.

Ye kho pamattā viharanti, te me sandhāya bhāsitaṁ; Ye appamattā viharanti, namo tesaṁ karomahan”ti.

I’m speaking about those who live negligently. To those who live diligently I pay homage.”