mn97:29.1 “I’m not keeping well, Mister Sāriputta, I’m not getting by. My pain is terrible and growing, not fading; its growing is evident, not its fading.
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mn97:29.2 The winds piercing my head are so severe, it feels like a strong man drilling into my head with a sharp point.
mn97:29.3 I’m not keeping well.
mn97:29.4 The pain in my head is so severe, it feels like a strong man tightening a strong leather strap around my head.
mn97:29.5 I’m not keeping well.
mn97:29.6 The winds slicing my belly are so severe, like a deft butcher or their apprentice were slicing open a cow’s belly with a sharp meat cleaver.
mn97:29.7 I’m not keeping well.
mn97:29.8 The burning in my body is so severe, it feels like two strong men grabbing a weaker man by the arms to burn and scorch him on a pit of glowing coals.
mn97:29.9 I’m not keeping well, Mister Sāriputta, I’m not getting by. My pain is terrible and growing, not fading; its growing is evident, not its fading.”