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Discs, lances, and clubs. 332. Holding hooks, Vetālīs, axes, Nooses, clubs, and goads, And uttering cries, Holding tridents and thunderbolts. 333. He whirled them in the sky, The sparks flying out, From their mutual clashing, Rushing in all directions. 334. Making his body, Surrounded by a ring of fire, Bringing fear to Brahma, To the gods, to the perfected ones, then, That army of Māra, that Māra, Approached the Blessed One. 335. Like the rising sun, On the peak of Udaya mountain, Like Mount Meru, firmly established, On the summit of Mount Trikūta. 336. Having the Bodhi tree behind him, The great tree on the diamond throne, Seated, That Blessed One is exceedingly steadfast, shines forth. 337. Unwavering, that sage thus made his own strength supreme, Endowed with right effort, compassionate, a great seer. 338. Having beheld the victory ground, known as the four Buddha-lands, Having joined the four bases of sympathy at the gate's corners. 339. Having firmly joined there the strongholds of faith and strength, With mindfulness ramparts, and unbreachable sense-door towers. 340. Filled with firm wisdom weapons, armored with loving-kindness, Fearless, with abundant speech, preceded by drums and conches. 341. Joined to the lofty elephant shoulder of fourfold effort, Shaking the earth's surface with the weight of accumulated merit. 342. Having raised the victory banner, known as the threefold conduct, Thus having prepared the battleground against Mara, the enemy of Mara. 343. Having summoned the great warriors, generosity and others, born together, Hear, good sirs, my speech, today you have a great destiny. 344. Come, go together, do not delay, purify yourselves, To conquer in Mara's battle is not possible for all beings. 345. Today it goes to completion, O warriors of perfection, Show your valor in my path with great enthusiasm. 346. Then the warrior of generosity, striking his arm twice, said, "See now, great hero, my strength in destroying Mara." 347. The warrior of ultimate perfection, and likewise the warrior of secondary perfection, Both having made a path, ran proudly with their armies. 348. Likewise, the excellent warrior named morality, Having gone forth with his army, rushed upon Mara's army. 349. Likewise, the warrior named renunciation, armed and skilled, Ran like a bold leopard to slay Mara's army deer. 350. The warrior of wisdom also, going forth proudly, ran boastfully, "Today I will uproot Mara's great mountain, Meru, with his army." 351. The warrior of the perfection of vigor, biting his lip, roaring fiercely, "I will dry up Mara's ocean with my power," he said. 352. And the warriors named patience and truth, and then the warrior of resolution, Quickly ran to strike down Mara's banner with the makara emblem. 353. The great warrior named loving-kindness, Mara is mine. In the final verse, Even-minded, that warrior crushed Māra's army. 354. Sending forth such an army, with a body of firm valor, The Victor sat, and by his power, that host became dispirited. 355. Oh, listen now to this wonder of my Sage, Alone, sitting, he conquered the host of Māra, with its vehicles. 356. The Angry One, inflamed with the fire of wrath, wicked and enraged, The Unangered Buddha conquered, such was his power. 357. Though Vasavattī hurled blazing weapons, piercing, Unaided by weapons, he conquered him, such was his power. 358. Māra, then, with bluster, with conceit, with arrogance, The Immovable Buddha conquered, such was his power. 359. Though he rushed with elephants, chariots, and infantry, filling the darkness, The Victor, sitting, conquered, such was his power. 360. Though he spoke in many ways, ear-piercing, thunderous words, The Silent Buddha conquered, such was his power. 361. Māra approached and stood, unable to cross, The wall of Buddha's fiery power, blazing, risen high, firm. 362. Then Namuci, enraged, raising his arm, spoke thus: Quickly, Siddhattha, go, this seat is for the fearful. 363. If you do not go, I will split your heart with my nail-weapons, I will grind you to dust, seizing your feet on the earth. 364. See my great army, see the amassed weapons, With them I will crush you, go quickly from here. 365. Then, hearing his words, the Victor spoke with a sweet voice: When, Māra, did you fulfill the perfections for the throne? 366. When did you give heads and the like in charity, what is your virtue? Speak for that purpose, who are your witnesses? 367. Then Māra spoke harshly, "This is not difficult for me, Sage, This whole assembly is witness to it." 368. The great army shouted, "He is," each one separately, The earth trembled, then there was a clamor. 369. Then Māra spoke, "Ascetic, I have a witness, I will speak, Who is your witness? If there is one, speak quickly to me." 370. Then spoke the Blessed One, with a deep, sweet voice, Sending forth a sound like the peacock's, a pleasant sound like the serpent's; 371. "I have no conscious witnesses here, only you, But now I have unconscious ones, who are truthful witnesses." 372. Thus having spoken, the foe of Māra, like a cloud in the sky, Emitted a golden ray, like lightning flashing forth; 373. From within the folds of his red robe, the Victor then, Extended his hand towards the earth, addressing the earth-maiden; 374. "In my acts of giving, honor, and so forth, trembling in each birth, Why are you silent today?" thus the Victor uttered his words; 375. As if saying, "I am witness," then the excellent earth-maiden, With the ocean as her boundary, thundered and danced at once; 376. The earth, like waves of the ocean, raised great billows, Trembled in six ways, and spun around like a potter's wheel; 377. The Himalayas, the king of mountains, and Yugandhara and other mountains, Tossed up their peaks and ridges, and danced like actors; 378. Having seen and heard that wonder, with minds agitated by fear, The army of Māra scattered, like the ocean with broken shores; 379. Their voices choked with fear, terrified, falling and colliding, Disheveling their hair on their backs, the messengers of Māra fled; 380. Casting aside the weapons they held, covering their faces with their hands, Even with only their undergarments on, they fled without looking back; 381. Some put their fingers in their mouths and wept, Some bowed down, saying, "Lord, grant us safety!" 382. "Is this Siddhattha victorious?" with stifled breath, Looking back over their shoulders, others fled in fear; 383. The elephant Girimekhala fell to his knees then, Māra also fell quickly, and fled out of sight; 384. At that moment, the banner of the Teacher's fame and victory arose, Reaching up to the realm of Brahmā, as if mocking the gods and others; 385. Then was the victory of that glorious Buddha, In the final battle with Māra, Māra's defeat occurred; 386. "Thus is he of great power," thinking of the guide of men, Always worship and revere. May that be your refuge always; The eleventh victory. 387. When the Buddha, victorious, was seated on the diamond throne, Gods and others gathered around him, like in a city. 388. All those gods, bringing various offerings, Contented, made a great victory celebration for the sage. 389. Then night arrived, to honor the best of sages, Adorned with a moon-earring, clinging to the upper and lower sky. 390. With a dark blue sky as a hair-knot, wearing a garland of stars, As if fanning with the directions as arms, and mango blossoms as whisks. 391. Bees, intoxicated, swarming around jasmine buds, Seemed to blow conches, cooing sweetly. 392. Gently, the wind came with fragrant nectar, Refreshing the image of the Conqueror with cool moonlight. 393. He then began to uproot the great root of ignorance, The triple-layered, firm trunk of the wandering existence tree. 394. Developing in the first watch, recalling the succession of aggregates, The lord of men attained the knowledge of remembering past lives. 395. Likewise, in the middle watch, purifying the divine eye, He fully attained the knowledge of the passing away and rebirth of beings. 396. In the last watch of the night, contemplating aging and so on, Having observed name and form, applying the three characteristics, 397. Reflecting, separating his mind from defilements, He attained the knowledge of the destruction of the taints, the highest fruit. 398. Having reached the city of Nibbana, the lord of the enlightenment factors, Becoming the king of the true Dhamma, he uttered words of joy: 399. "Through many a round of births I roamed, seeking but not finding The builder of this house, painful is birth again and again. 400. O house-builder! you are seen, you shall build no house again! All your rafters are broken, your ridge-pole is shattered, The mind has attained the unconditioned, it has reached the end of craving." 401. Thus, skilled in the method of giving the path, With a compassionate and meritorious heart, with great power, Having crossed the ocean of existence, endless suffering, The highest perfection was attained by the Conqueror. 402. And whoever dispels all prosperity, Having renounced the kingdom, Having reached the foot of the restless banyan tree, Having subdued Māra with his host and strength, And conquered evil foes, may he grant peace; The tale of Enlightenment. 403. The Lord of the three worlds, the Well-gone One, then, Having uttered a joyful exclamation, Having crossed his legs in lotus posture at the foot of the king of trees, Thus contemplated on the adamantine seat; 404. Having accumulated perfections such as generosity, And having spent countless eons, For the sake of this excellent lotus posture, That wandering has been done, that has been practiced, that has been rejected; 405. "As long as my intention is fulfilled, So long I will remain here, I will not rise,"