In a mind that is truly disciplined and cleansed, you cannot find anything foul or impure, or anything festering. Nothing that is slavish or fake. No unfair attachments. No spiteful hatred. Nothing harmful. Nothing hidden. Death can never catch such a person unprepared. It would be like an actor who dies before finishing the play — you might say the performance was incomplete, but the actor was ready.
In the mind that is once truly disciplined and purged, thou canst not find anything, either foul or impure, or as it were festered: nothing that is either servile, or affected: no partial tie; no malicious averseness; nothing obnoxious; nothing concealed. The life of such an one, death can never surprise as imperfect; as of an actor, that should die before he had ended, or the play itself were at an end, a man might speak.