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Verses of the Senior Nuns 5.2 The Book of the Fives Vimalā, the Former Courtesan Intoxicated by my appearance, my figure, my beauty, my fame, and owing to my youth, I looked down on others. I adorned this body all pretty, lamented by fools, and stood at the brothel door, like a hunter setting a snare. I stripped for them, revealing my many hidden treasures. Creating an intricate illusion, I laughed, teasing those men. Today, having wandered for alms, my head shaven, wearing the outer robe, I sat at the root of a tree to meditate; I’ve gained freedom from thought. All yokes are severed, both human and heavenly. Having wiped out all defilements, I have become cooled and quenched.