So I have heard. At one time several mendicants were staying in the Kosalan lands, in a wilderness hut on the slopes of the Himalayas. They were haughty, insolent, fickle, scurrilous, loose-tongued, unmindful, lacking situational awareness and immersion, with straying minds and undisciplined faculties. Then on the fifteenth day sabbath the godling Jantu went up to those mendicants and addressed them in verse:

“The mendicants used to live happily, as disciples of Gotama. Desireless they sought alms; desireless they used their lodgings.

Knowing that the world was impermanent they made an end of suffering. But now they’ve made themselves hard to look after, like chiefs in a village.

They eat and eat and then lie down, passed out in the homes of others. Having raised my cupped palms to the Saṅgha, I speak here only about certain people.

They’re dregs, with no protector, just like those who have passed away. I’m speaking about those who live negligently.

To those who live diligently I pay homage.”