Supatisutta

Ekaṁ samayaṁ bhagavā rājagahe viharati veḷuvane kalandakanivāpe. Atha kho bhagavā bahudevarattiṁ abbhokāse caṅkamitvā rattiyā paccūsasamayaṁ pāde pakkhāletvā vihāraṁ pavisitvā dakkhiṇena passena sīhaseyyaṁ kappesi pāde pādaṁ accādhāya sato sampajāno uṭṭhānasaññaṁ manasi karitvā. Atha kho māro pāpimā yena bhagavā tenupasaṅkami; upasaṅkamitvā bhagavantaṁ gāthāya ajjhabhāsi:

At one time the Buddha was staying near Rājagaha in the Bamboo Grove, the squirrels’ feeding ground. He spent much of the night walking mindfully in the open. At the crack of dawn he washed his feet and entered his dwelling. He laid down in the lion’s posture—on the right side, placing one foot on top of the other—mindful and aware, and focused on the time of getting up. Then Māra the Wicked went up to the Buddha and addressed him in verse:

“Kiṁ soppasi kiṁ nu soppasi, Kimidaṁ soppasi dubbhago viya; Suññamagāranti soppasi, Kimidaṁ soppasi sūriye uggate”ti.

“What, you’re asleep? <j>Really, you’re asleep? You sleep like a loser—<j>what’s up with that? You sleep, thinking that the hut is empty. You sleep when the sun has come up—<j>what’s up with that?”

“Yassa jālinī visattikā, Taṇhā natthi kuhiñci netave; Sabbūpadhiparikkhayā buddho, Soppati kiṁ tavettha mārā”ti.

“For them there is no craving— the weaver, the clinger—<j>to track them anywhere. With the ending of all attachments <j>the awakened Buddha sleeps. What’s that got to do with you, Māra?”

Atha kho māro pāpimā …pe… tatthevantaradhāyīti.

Then Māra … vanished right there.