Kappa
In midstream standing there,
in flood’s fearsome surge—
oppressed by age and death,
of the island tell me, sir,
do tell me of this isle,
where this will be no more.

Buddha
In midstream standing there,
in flood’s fearsome surge
oppressed by age and death, Kappa,
of the island I shall tell.

“Owning nothing and unattached”
that’s the isle of no-beyond,
Nirvāṇa do I call it
death-decay destroyed.

With Final Knowledge these mindful ones,
Now-seen the Dharma, cool-become,
they’re neither under Māra’s sway
nor Māra’s followers.