Three times a day—
morning, midday, and evening—
I plunged into the water at Gayā 
for the Gayā spring festival. 

“Any bad things I’ve done 
in previous lives, 
I’ll now wash away right here”—
such was the view I used to hold. 

Having heard the fine words, 
a passage meaningful and principled, 
I rationally reflected 
on the true, essential goal. 

I’ve washed away all bad things; 
I’m stainless, clean, pristine; 
the pure heir of the pure one, 
a true-born son of the Buddha. 

When I plunged into the eightfold stream, 
all bad things were washed away. 
I’ve attained the three knowledges 
and fulfilled the Buddha’s instructions.