7, The Arahat: The Perfected One
The fever of passion exists not for him who has completed the
journey, who is sorrowless and wholly set free, and has broken
The mindful ones exert themselves. They are not attached to
any home; like swans that abandon the lake, they leave home
after home behind.
Those who do not accumulate and are wise regarding food, whose
object is the Void, the Unconditioned Freedom -- their track
cannot be traced, like that of birds in the air.
He whose cankers are destroyed and who is not attached to food,
whose object is the Void, the Unconditioned Freedom his
path cannot be traced, like that of birds in the air.
Even the gods hold dear the wise one, whose senses are subdued
like horses well trained by a charioteer, whose pride is destroyed
and who is free from the cankers.
There is no more worldly existence for the wise one who, like
the earth, resents nothing, who is firm as a high pillar and
as pure as a deep pool free from mud.
Calm is his thought, calm his speech, and calm his deed, who,
truly knowing, is wholly freed, perfectly tranquil and wise.
man who is without blind faith, who knows the Uncreate, who
has severed all links, destroyed all causes (for karma, good
and evil), and thrown out all desires he, truly, is the
most excellent of men. 
Inspiring, indeed, is that place where Arahats dwell, be it
a village, a forest, a vale, or a hill.
Inspiring are the forests in which worldlings find no pleasure.
There the passionless will rejoice, for they seek no sensual