While I was in Bangkok recently we traveled up the Chao Phraya river one day on an excursion and stopped off at Wat Rachatiwat, it is not so far north, but it is off the beaten track. There I found a reliquary with many relics of famous disciples, including this one of Bhikkhunī Uppalavaṇṇā:
In the city of Mantāvatī there was Sumedhā, a daughter of King Koñca’s chief queen; she was converted by those who comply with the teaching.
Virtuous, a brilliant speaker, having great learning, trained in the Buddha’s teaching, going up to her mother and father she said, “Listen, both of you.
A rogue stopped the Bhikkhunī Subhā as she was going to the delightful Jīvakamba wood; Subhā said this to him:
“What wrong have I done you, that you should stand obstructing me? For it is not fitting, sir, that a man should touch a woman who has gone forth.
My hair was black, like the colour of bees, with curly ends; because of old age it is like bark fibres of hemp; not false is the utterance of the speaker of truth.
Covered with flowers my head was fragrant like a perfumed box; now because of old age it smells like a dog’s fur; not false is the utterance of the speaker of truth.
The state of having noble friends has been praised by the sage with reference to the world; if he resorted to noble friends, even a fool would be wise.
Good men are to be resorted to; in this way this wisdom of those who resort to them increases. Resorting to good men one would be released from all pains.
I am well-released, properly released by my release by means of the three crooked things, [from] the mortar, pestle, and my crooked husband. I am released from birth and death; everything which leads to renewed existence has been rooted out.
Giving up my house, gone forth, giving up son, cattle, and whatever was dear to me, giving up desire and hatred, and discarding ignorance, plucking out craving root and all, I have become stilled, quenched.