401:

    Like water     on a lotus leaf,
a mustard seed     on the tip of an awl,
he doesn't adhere to sensual pleasures:
    he's what I call
    a brahman.

402*⁴⁰²:

He discerns right here,
    for himself,
    on his own,
    his own
    ending of stress.
Unshackled, his burden laid down:
    he's what I call
    a brahman.