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to the Dhamma, and to the Sangha of bhikkhus. May the Blessed One remember him as a lay follower, from today forth, for as long as life lasts, gone for refuge.’ Now I, friend Sañjikāputta, for a third time, go for refuge to the Blessed One, to the Dhamma, and to the Sangha of bhikkhus. May the Blessed One remember me as a lay follower, from today forth, for as long as life lasts, gone for refuge.” The Bodhirājakumāra Sutta, the fifth, is finished. 6. The Aṅgulimāla Sutta 347. Thus have I heard: At one time the Blessed One was dwelling at Sāvatthī, in Jeta’s Grove, Anāthapiṇḍika’s monastery. Now at that time, in the realm of King Pasenadi of Kosala, there was a bandit named Aṅgulimāla, fierce, with blood-stained hands, devoted to killing and striking, without compassion for living beings. Through him, villages were made non-villages, towns were made non-towns, districts were made non-districts. He would kill people, and having killed them, he would wear a garland of their fingers. Then the Blessed One, in the forenoon, having put on his lower robe, and taking his bowl and outer robe, entered Sāvatthī for alms. In Sāvatthī, Having gone for alms, having returned from the alms-round after the meal, having put away his lodging, taking his bowl and robe, to where the bandit Aṅgulimāla was, he set out on the road. Then cowherds, shepherds, farmers, and travelers saw the Blessed One going on the road to where the bandit Aṅgulimāla was. Having seen the Blessed One, they said this: "Do not, ascetic, go on this road. On this road, ascetic, is a bandit named Aṅgulimāla, fierce, with bloody hands, intent on killing and striking, without compassion for living beings. By him, villages have been made non-villages, towns non-towns, districts non-districts. He kills people again and again, and wears a garland of fingers. Indeed, ascetic, on this road, even ten men, twenty men, thirty men, forty men, fifty men, gather together and proceed. Even they fall into the hands of the bandit Aṅgulimāla." When this was said, the Blessed One remained silent and went on. A second time, the cowherds... ...a third time, the cowherds, shepherds, farmers, and travelers said to the Blessed One: "Do not, ascetic, go on this road. On this road, ascetic, is a bandit named Aṅgulimāla, fierce, with bloody hands, intent on killing and striking, without compassion for living beings. By him, villages have been made non-villages, towns non-towns, districts non-districts. He kills people again and again, and wears a garland of fingers. Indeed, ascetic, on this road, even ten men, twenty men, thirty men, forty men, fifty men, gather together and proceed. Even they fall into the hands of the bandit Aṅgulimāla." 348. Then the Blessed One remained silent and went on. Then the bandit Aṅgulimāla saw the Blessed One coming from afar. Having seen him, this thought occurred to him: "It is wonderful, indeed, sirs, it is amazing, indeed, sirs! On this road, indeed, ten... Those men, twenty men, thirty men, forty men, fifty men, they gather and gather and proceed. And they fall into my hands. But this recluse, alone, without a second, comes, I suppose, by force. What if I were to deprive this recluse of life?’’ Then the bandit Aṅgulimāla, taking sword and shield, and girding on his quiver, followed the Blessed One, from behind. Then the Blessed One performed such a feat of psychic power that the bandit Aṅgulimāla, though going with all his might, could not catch up with the Blessed One, who was walking at his normal pace. Then it occurred to the bandit Aṅgulimāla: ‘‘Wonderful, indeed, sirs! Amazing, indeed, sirs! Formerly, I would pursue and catch a running elephant, a running horse, a running chariot, a running deer; but now I cannot catch up with this recluse, who is walking at his normal pace, though I go with all my might!’’ Standing still, he said to the Blessed One: ‘‘Stop, stop, recluse!’’ ‘‘I am stopped, Aṅgulimāla, and you too, stop!’’ Then it occurred to the bandit Aṅgulimāla: ‘‘These recluses, the Sakyan sons, are truth-speakers, truth-professors. But this recluse, while walking, says: ‘I am stopped, Aṅgulimāla, and you too, stop.’ What if I were to question this recluse?’’ 349. Then the bandit Aṅgulimāla addressed the Blessed One with a verse: ‘‘You say, recluse, ‘I am stopped,’ while you are walking; And you tell me, ‘You are not stopped,’ while I am stopped. I ask you, recluse, about this matter: How are you stopped, and I am not stopped?’’ ‘‘I am stopped, Aṅgulimāla, always, having laid aside the rod towards all beings; But you are unrestrained towards living beings. Therefore, I am stopped, and you are not stopped.’’ ‘‘Indeed, after a long time, to me, the great…’’ to the great sage, "The truth-speaker reached the great forest; I will wander, having abandoned evil, Having heard your verse, endowed with Dhamma." Then the bandit, his sword and weapon, Threw into a pit, a chasm, a hell; The bandit bowed at the feet of the Fortunate One, And there and then asked for ordination. And the Buddha, the compassionate great sage, Who is the Teacher of the world with its devas; Said then, "Come, monk!" That was his becoming a monk. 350. Then the Blessed One, with the Venerable Aṅgulimāla as his attendant, set out on a journey towards Sāvatthī. Journeying by stages, he arrived at Sāvatthī. There, the Blessed One was staying in Sāvatthī, in Jeta's Grove, Anāthapiṇḍika's monastery. Now at that time, a large crowd had gathered at the palace gate of King Pasenadi of Kosala, making a loud noise, a great clamor – "Your Majesty, there is a bandit in your realm named Aṅgulimāla, fierce, with bloody hands, intent on murder and assault, without compassion for living beings. By him, villages have been made non-villages, towns non-towns, and districts non-districts. He kills people and wears a garland of their fingers. May Your Majesty suppress him!" Then King Pasenadi of Kosala set out from Sāvatthī with about five hundred horses, in the middle of the day. He entered the monastery. As far as the ground was suitable for a vehicle, he went by vehicle, then dismounted from the vehicle and went on foot to where the Blessed One was; having approached, he saluted the Blessed One and sat down to one side. To King Pasenadi of Kosala, who was sitting to one side, the Blessed One said, "Has King Seniya Bimbisāra of Magadha, or the Licchavīs of Vesālī, or other rival kings, become angry with you, great king?" "No, venerable sir, King Seniya Bimbisāra of Magadha has not..." not angry, nor are the Licchavis of Vesālī, nor are other rival kings. A bandit, venerable sir, named Aṅgulimāla, a cruel man, with bloody hands, given to striking and killing, without compassion for living beings, is in my realm. By him, villages have been made no-villages, towns have been made no-towns, districts have been made no-districts. He kills people, and kills people, and wears a garland of fingers. Him, venerable sir, I will suppress.” “But if you, great king, were to see Aṅgulimāla, having shaved off his hair and beard, having put on saffron robes, having gone forth from home to homelessness, abstaining from taking life, abstaining from taking what is not given, abstaining from false speech, eating once a day, celibate, virtuous, of good conduct, what would you do to him?” “We would salute him, venerable sir, or rise for him, or invite him with a seat, or invite him with robes, almsfood, lodging, medicines for the sick, and requisites, or we would arrange for his lawful protection, guard, and security. But how, venerable sir, could such a restraint of virtue exist for that immoral, wicked man?” Now at that time, Venerable Aṅgulimāla was seated not far from the Blessed One. Then the Blessed One, raising his right arm, said to King Pasenadi of Kosala: “That, great king, is Aṅgulimāla.” Then King Pasenadi of Kosala was filled with fear, was terrified, was bristling with hair. Then the Blessed One, knowing King Pasenadi of Kosala to be fearful, agitated, and bristling with hair, said to King Pasenadi of Kosala: “Do not be afraid, great king, there is no danger for you from him.” Then the fear, or terror, or bristling of hair that King Pasenadi of Kosala had, subsided. Then King Pasenadi of Kosala approached Venerable Aṅgulimāla; having approached, he said to Venerable Aṅgulimāla: “Is the venerable one, sir, Aṅgulimāla?” “Yes, great king.” ” He said, “Of what clan is the venerable one’s father, of what clan is the mother?” “Gagga, O great king, is the father, Mantāṇī the mother,” he said. “May the venerable Gagga, son of Mantāṇī, be pleased. I will take care of the venerable Gagga, son of Mantāṇī, regarding robes, almsfood, dwellings, sick requisites, and medicinal provisions.” 351. Now at that time, Venerable Aṅgulimāla was a forest dweller, an alms-gatherer, a rag-robe wearer, and possessed three robes. Then Venerable Aṅgulimāla said to King Pasenadi of Kosala, “Enough, O great king, my robes are complete.” Then King Pasenadi of Kosala approached the Blessed One; having approached and saluted the Blessed One, he sat down to one side. Sitting to one side, King Pasenadi of Kosala said to the Blessed One, “Wonderful, Venerable Sir, amazing, Venerable Sir! To such an extent, Venerable Sir, is the Blessed One a tamer of the untamed, a calmer of the uncalm, an extinguisher of the unextinguished. For whom, Venerable Sir, we could not tame with rod or weapon, he has been tamed by the Blessed One without rod or weapon. Now, Venerable Sir, we must go; we have much to do, many duties.” “Do as you deem fit, O great king.” Then King Pasenadi of Kosala rose from his seat, saluted the Blessed One, circumambulated him, and departed. Then Venerable Aṅgulimāla, having dressed in the morning, took his bowl and robe and entered Sāvatthī for alms. Venerable Aṅgulimāla, walking for alms in Sāvatthī in due order, saw a certain woman with a difficult pregnancy, a distressed pregnancy.