A True Story of Lust and Seduction - With a Twist!

Twenty-six hundred years ago, Subbha the Buddhistdearer to me than your eyes, O nymph with the
nun was walking through a mango grove when alanguid regard."
lustful young man blocked her path.Subbha the Nun: "You want to stray from the road,
Subbha the Nun: "What wrong have I done you thatyou want the moon as a plaything, you want to jump
you stand in my way? It's not proper my friend that aover Mount Sineru, you who have designs on one born
man should touch a woman gone forth (Buddhist nunof the Buddha (Ordained as a nun under the Buddha).
who has dedicated her life to finding enlightenment). IFor there is nothing anywhere at all in the cosmos with
respect the (Buddha's) message, the training pointedits gods, that would be an object of passion for me. I
out by the one well gone, I am pure, without blemish;don't even know what that passion would be, for its
why do you stand in my way? You - your mindbeen killed, root and all, by the path. Like embers from
agitated, impassioned; and I, with a mind entirely freed.a pit - scattered, like a bowl of poison - evaporated, I
Why do you stand in my way?"don't even see what that passion would be, for it's
Young man: "You are young and not bad looking, whatbeen killed by the path (Understanding how her mind
need do you have for going forth? (becoming a nun).works). Try to seduce one who hasn't reflected on
Throw off your (yellow) robes, come, let's delight in thethis, or who has not followed the Buddha's teachings.
flowering grove. A sweetness they exudeBut try it with this one who knows and you suffer. For
everywhere, the towering trees with their pollen. Thein the midst of praise and blame, pleasure and pain, my
beginning of spring is a pleasant season. Come, let'smind stands firm. Knowing the unattractiveness of
delight in the flowering grove. The trees with theirthings compounded, my mind cleaves to nothing at all. I
blossoming tips moan, as it were, in the breeze: whatam a follower of the one well gone, riding the vehicle
delight will you have if you plunge into the grove alone?of the Eightfold Way: My arrow removed, effluent
Frequented by herds of wild beasts, disturbed byfree, I delight, having gone to an empty dwelling (has
elephants rutting and aroused: you want to goseen through the illusion of self). For I have seen
unaccompanied into the great, lonely, frightening grove?well-painted puppets, hitched up with sticks and strings,
Like a doll made of gold, you will go about, like amade to dance in various ways. When the sticks and
goddess in the gardens of heaven, with delicatestrings are removed, thrown away, scattered,
smooth kasi (hand woven) fabrics, you will shine, Oshredded, smashed into pieces not to be found, in
beauty without compare. I would gladly do your everywhat will the mind there make its home? This body of
bidding if we were to dwell in the glade. For there is nomind which is just like that, when devoid of dhammas
creature dearer to me than you, O nymph with the(truths) doesn't function. When, devoid of dhammas, it
languid regard. If you do as I ask, happy, come live indoesn't function, in what will the mind there make its
my house. Dwelling in the calm of a palace, havehome? Like a mural that you have seen, painted on a
women wait on you, wear delicate kasi fabrics, adornwall, smeared with yellow paint, there your vision has
yourself with garlands and creams. I will make youbeen distorted, meaningless your human perception.
many and varied ornaments of gold, jewels and pearls.Like an evaporated mirage, like a tree of gold in a
Climb onto a costly bed, scented with sandalwooddream, like a magic show in the midst of a crowd -
carvings, with a well washed coverlet, beautiful, spreadyou run blind after what is unreal. (My eye) resembles
with a woolen quilt, brand new. (If you do not comea ball of sealing wax, set in a hollow, with a bubble in
with me), like a blue lotus rising from the water, wherethe middle and bathed with tears, eye secretions are
there dwell non human beings, you will go to old ageborn there too: the parts of the eye are all rolled
with your limbs unseen (covered with a nun's robe) iftogether in various ways."
you remain in the holy life."(Then, the nun Subbha plucked out one of her lovely
Subbha the Nun: "What do you assume of anyeyes from its socket, and with mind unattached, she
essence, here in this cemetery grower (my body), filledfelt no regret.)
with corpses (dead plants and animals that I haveSubbha the Nun: "Here, take this eye. It is yours.
eaten), this body destined to break up? What do you(And straightaway she gave her eye to the young
see when you look at me, you who are out of yourman. And straightaway the young man's passion
mind?"faded right there. And he begged her forgiveness.)
Young man: Your eyes are like those of a fawn, likeYoung man: "Be well, follower of the holy life. This sort
those of a sprite in the mountains. Seeing your eyes,of thing will never happen again. Harming a person like
my sensual delight grows all the more. Like tips theyyou is like embracing a blazing fire, it's as if I have
are, of blue lotuses, in your golden face - spotless:seized a poisonous snake. So may you be well.
Seeing your eyes, my sensual delight grows all theForgive me."
more. Even if you should go far away, I will think only(And released from there, the nun Subbha went to the
of your pure, long lashed gaze, for there is nothingBuddha's presence, and when she saw him.