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Verses of the Senior Nuns 6.2 The Book of the Sixes Vāseṭṭhī Struck down with grief for my son, deranged, out of my mind, nude, my hair flying, I wandered here and there. I lived on rubbish heaps, in cemeteries and highways. For three years I wandered, stricken by hunger and thirst. Then I saw the Holy One back at the city of Mithilā. Tamer of the untamed, the Awakened One fears nothing from any quarter. Regaining my mind, I paid homage and sat down. Out of compassion Gotama taught me the Dhamma. After hearing his teaching, I went forth to homelessness. Applying myself to the Teacher’s words, I realized the state of grace. All sorrows are cut off, given up, they end here. I’ve fully understood the basis from which grief comes to be.