Through many a birth
I wandered in samsara
(rounds of rebirth),
seeking, but not finding,
the builder of the house.
Sorrowful is it to be born
again and again.
O House-Builder,
you are seen!
You shall build
no house again.
All your rafters are broken.
Your ridge-pole is shattered.
My mind has attained
the Unconditioned.
Achieved is
the end of craving.
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