Born in a high-ranking family
with much property, great wealth,
consummate in complexion & figure,
I was the daughter of Majjha, the treasurer.

Sons of kings sought for me,
sons of rich merchants
longed for me.
One of them sent my father a messenger,

saying, "Give me Anopama.
I will give in return
eight times her weight
in jewels & gold."

But I, having seen
the One Self-awakened,
unsurpassed, excelling the world,
paid homage to his feet,
sat down to one side.

He, Gotama, from sympathy,
taught me the Dhamma.
And as I sat in that very seat,
I attained the third fruit
[of non-return.]

Then I cut off my hair,
and went forth into homelessness.
Today is the seventh day
since I made craving
wither away.