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The poem in one sentence
Māra, calling the ascetic Gotama by the epithet Namucī addresses him with, tries gently to dissuade him from continuing his life-threatening striving by offering an easier path to merit through ritual; the Buddha refuses, names the ten “armies” behind the temptation, and vows to fight rather than live in defeat.
Where we pick up
The scene is precise: “my time of resolute striving back on the bank of the Nerañjarā River” (v.1) — the river by Uruvelā, near what is now Bodh Gayā, where tradition places the final stage of the six-year quest. He is meditating hard “for the sake of sanctuary from the yoke.” It is at exactly this point of maximum physical strain that Māra approaches.
Māra's kind offer
Notably, Māra does not threaten. He speaks “words of kindness” (v.2): “You're thin, discolored, on the verge of death… live, worthy sir! Life is better! Living, you can make merits” (v.3). His proposed alternative is telling — not abandonment of the spiritual life altogether, but a switch to an easier, more socially legible form of it: “While leading the spiritual life and serving the sacred flame, you can pile up abundant merit — so what will striving do for you? Hard to walk is the path of striving, hard to do, a hard challenge to win” (v.4–5). The temptation is not toward vice; it is toward a lesser, safer good.
The refusal
The Buddha's reply opens by naming what Māra is: “kinsman of the negligent,” here “for your own purpose” (v.6). He states flatly that he has no need for even “the slightest bit of merit” — that offer is “fit for Māra to address” to those who still need it (v.7) — and that he already has faith, energy, and wisdom in full measure (v.8). Then follow some of the most physically direct verses anywhere in the canon: he invites his own blood to dry up the way wind dries rivers and streams, and describes, almost clinically, what happens as it does — bile and phlegm drying, muscles wasting away — while, in the same breath, “my mind grows more serene. And all the stronger grow mindfulness and wisdom and immersion” (v.9–10). The body's collapse and the mind's clarification are described as happening together, not sequentially, and not causally reversed — a claim the sutta makes no attempt to soften or explain away.
Māra's ten armies
Having attained “the supreme feeling” and lost all interest in sensual pleasures (v.11), the Buddha turns to naming exactly what stands between an ascetic and that state, addressing Māra directly by a second epithet: “Sensual pleasures are your first army, the second is called discontent, hunger and thirst are the third, and the fourth is said to be craving. Your fifth is dullness and drowsiness, the sixth is said to be cowardice, your seventh is doubt, contempt and obstinacy are your eighth” (v.12–13). A further verse names two more, unnumbered but clearly continuing the list: “profit, praise, and honor, and misbegotten fame; the extolling of oneself while scorning others” (v.14) — the traditional count of ten. “This is your army, Namucī, the strike force of the Dark One. Only a hero can defeat it, but in victory there lies bliss” (v.15).
Battle, not surrender
What follows is a vow, not a wish: “Let me gird myself — curse my life! I'd rather die in battle than live on in defeat” (v.16). He notes that some ascetics and brahmins are “swallowed up, not to be seen again,” not knowing the path of those true to their vows (v.17) — and states his intent to meet Māra's forces in open battle rather than retreat (v.18). The image that follows is one of the sutta's most striking: “That army of yours has never been beaten by the world with all its gods. Yet I shall smash it with wisdom, like an unfired pot with a stone” (v.19) — wisdom breaking Māra's forces the way a stone shatters clay that has not yet been fired hard by the kiln.
Looking beyond the moment
Before the confrontation ends, the verses reach forward past the immediate scene: having brought his thoughts under control and established mindfulness, he will “wander from country to country, guiding many disciples,” who, diligent and resolute, “will proceed despite your will, to where there is no sorrow” (v.20–21). The confrontation with Māra is framed, even here, as consequential not just for one person's awakening but for a teaching yet to be given.
Seven years, and a crow pecking a stone
The poem's final verses shift into Māra's own voice, an unusual choice for a temptation narrative: “For seven years I followed step by step behind the Blessed One. I found no vulnerability in the mindful Awakened One” (v.22). He compares himself to a crow that circled a stone shaped like a lump of fat, hoping for something tender or tasty, and finding nothing, left disappointed (v.23–24) — “like the crow that pecked the stone, I leave Gotama disappointed.” The seven-year figure sits a little uneasily against the single riverside scene just narrated, and translators and commentators have long treated it as this poem's own gesture toward a longer, ongoing contest rather than a strictly literal timestamp for one evening's exchange. Stricken with sorrow, his harp dropping from his armpit, the spirit vanishes on the spot (v.25).
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The text
§1“During my time of resolute striving
back on the bank of the Nerañjara River,
I was meditating very hard
for the sake of sanctuary from the yoke.
§2Namucī approached,
speaking words of kindness:
‘You’re thin, discolored,
on the verge of death.
§3Death has a thousand parts of you,
one fraction is left to life.
Live, worthy sir! Life is better!
Living, you can make merits.
§4While leading the spiritual life
and serving the sacred flame,
you can pile up abundant merit—
so what will striving do for you?
§5Hard to walk is the path of striving,
hard to do, a hard challenge to win.’”
These are the verses Māra spoke
as he stood beside the Buddha.
§6When Māra had spoken in this way,
the Buddha said this:
“O Wicked One, kinsman of the negligent,
you’re here for your own purpose.
§7I have no need for
the slightest bit of merit.
Those with need for merit
are fit for Māra to address.
§8I have faith and energy too,
and wisdom is found in me.
When I am so resolute,
why do you beg me to live?
§9The rivers and streams
might be dried by the wind,
so why, when I am resolute,
should it not dry up my blood?
§10And while the blood is drying up,
the bile and phlegm dry too.
And as my muscles waste away,
my mind grows more serene.
And all the stronger grow mindfulness
and wisdom and immersion.
§11As I meditate like this,
having attained the supreme feeling,
my mind has no interest in sensual pleasures:
behold a being’s purity!
§12Sensual pleasures are your first army,
the second is called discontent,
hunger and thirst are the third,
and the fourth is said to be craving.
§13Your fifth is dullness and drowsiness,
the sixth is said to be cowardice,
your seventh is doubt,
contempt and obstinacy are your eighth.
§14Profit, praise, and honor,
and misbegotten fame;
the extolling of oneself
while scorning others.
§15This is your army, Namucī,
the strike force of the Dark One.
Only a hero can defeat it,
but in victory there lies bliss.
§16Let me gird myself—
curse my life!
I’d rather die in battle
than live on in defeat.
§17Here some ascetics and brahmins
are swallowed up, not to be seen again.
And they do not know the path
traveled by those true to their vows.
§18Seeing Māra ready with his legions,
surrounded by his bannered forces,
I shall meet them in battle—
they’ll never make me retreat!
§19That army of yours has never been beaten
by the world with all its gods.
Yet I shall smash it with wisdom,
like an unfired pot with a stone.
§20Having brought my thoughts under control,
and established mindfulness well,
I shall wander from country to country,
guiding many disciples.
§21Diligent and resolute,
following my instructions,
they will proceed despite your will,
to where there is no sorrow.”
§22“For seven years I followed
step by step behind the Blessed One.
I found no vulnerability
in the mindful Awakened One.
§23A crow once circled a stone
that looked like a lump of fat.
‘Perhaps I’ll find something tender,’ it thought,
‘perhaps there’s something tasty.’
§24But finding nothing tasty,
the crow left that place.
Like the crow that pecked the stone,
I leave Gotama disappointed.”
§25So stricken with sorrow
that his harp dropped from his armpit,
that spirit, downcast,
vanished right there.
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