When the Blessed One arrived, it was the time for the Brahmin to distribute food to the workers. My discipline is the rain. My wisdom is my yoke and plough. My modesty is the plough-head. The mind is the rope.
Mindfulness is the ploughshare and the goad.
I do my weeding with truthfulness. The bliss I get is my freedom from suffering. With perseverance I bear my yoke until I come to Nibbana. Thus I have done my ploughing. It brings the fruit of immortality.