R. It belongs to both.
Y. But where does the thought come from? If it is true it belongs to the truth, and it was true before I thought it.
R. Yes, mother.
Y. And if it was wrong, it is evil, and it was evil before we thought it.
R. Yes, mother.
Y. And so are all our thoughts, but almost everybody assumes that his self thinks these thoughts and invents them; and that is an illusion.
R. I see.
Y. [to herself] His eyes close. He is tired. [to Rahula] Now go to sleep again, Rahula, and dream of your father. I will sing you one of father's songs.
Yasodhara lays Rahula down in the high bed and sings:
By ourselves is evil done,
By ourselves we pain endure.
By ourselves we cease from wrong,
By ourselves become we pure.
No one saves us but ourselves,
No one can and no one may.
We ourselves must walk the path,
Buddhas merely teach the way.