“Your skin is nasty but your heart is good; 
Mogharāja, you’re always immersed in samādhi. 
But in the nights of winter, so dark and cold, 
how will you get by, monk?” 

“I’ve heard that all the Magadhans 
have an abundance of grain. 
I’ll make my bed under a thatched roof, 
just like those who live in comfort.”