So I have heard. At one time the Buddha was staying in the land of the Magadhans in the Southern Hills near the brahmin village of Ekanāḷa.

Now at that time the brahmin Bhāradvāja the Farmer had harnessed around five hundred plows, it being the season for sowing. Then the Buddha robed up in the morning and, taking his bowl and robe, went to where Bhāradvāja the Farmer was working.

Now at that time Bhāradvāja the Farmer was distributing food. Then the Buddha went to where the distribution was taking place and stood to one side.

Bhāradvāja the Farmer saw him standing for alms and said to him, “I plough and sow, ascetic, and then I eat. You too should plough and sow, then you may eat.”

“I too plough and sow, brahmin, and then I eat.”

“I don’t see Mister Gotama with a yoke or plow or plowshare or goad or oxen, yet he says: ‘I too plough and sow, brahmin, and then I eat.’”

Then Bhāradvāja the Farmer addressed the Buddha in verse:

“You claim to be a farmer, 
but I don’t see you farming. 
Tell me how you’re a farmer when asked: 
how am I to recognize your farming?”

“Faith is my seed, fervor my rain, 
and wisdom is my yoke and plough. 
Conscience is my pole, mind my strap, 
mindfulness my plowshare and goad.

Guarded in body and speech, 
I restrict my intake of food. 
I use truth as my scythe, 
and sweetness is my release.

Energy is my beast of burden, 
transporting me to sanctuary from the yoke. 
It goes without turning back 
to where there is no sorrow.

That’s how to do the farming 
that has freedom from death as its fruit. 
When you finish this farming 
you’re released from all suffering.”

“Eat, Mister Gotama, you are truly a farmer. For Mister Gotama does the farming that has freedom from death as its fruit.”

“Food enchanted by a verse isn’t fit for me to eat. 
That’s not the principle of those who see, brahmin. 
The Buddhas reject things enchanted with verses. 
Since there is such a principle, brahmin, 
that’s how they live.

Serve with other food and drink 
the consummate one, the great seer, 
with defilements ended and remorse stilled. 
For he is the field for the seeker of merit.”

When he had spoken, the brahmin Bhāradvāja the Farmer said to the Buddha, “Excellent, Mister Gotama … From this day forth, may Mister Gotama remember me as a lay follower who has gone for refuge for life.”