He whose senses are steadied
like stallions
well-trained by the charioteer,
his conceit abandoned,
free of effluent,
Such:
even gods adore him.
Like the earth, he doesn’t react–
cultured,
Such,
like Indra’s pillar,
like a lake free of mud.
For him
–Such–
there’s no travelling on.
- Dhammapada [7]