Let me tell you, monks, let me answer you, monks, that it better for a
person, immoral, wicked, unclean and suspect in conduct, secretive in
deeds, not a contemplative though claiming to be one, not leading the
holy life though claiming to do so, inwardly rotten, oozing with
desire, filthy by nature, if a strong man, having gripped the head or
having gripped the shoulder, were to make one sit or lie on a red-hot
iron bed or chair.
Why so? For, monks, because of that he would suffer death, or
death-like agony, but on account of that, on the break-up of the body
after death, he won't be reborn in a place of woe, a realm of misery,
a state of punishment, a purgatory.
And monks, for such a person, immoral, wicked, unclean and suspect in
conduct, secretive in deeds, not a contemplative though claiming to be
one, not leading the holy life though claiming to do so, inwardly
rotten, oozing with desire, filthy by nature, who uses bed and chair
given in faith by wealthy kshatriya, brahmins, or householders, for
him, monks, there is a long-term harm and suffering, and on the
break-up of the body after death, he is reborn in a place of woe, a
realm of misery, a state of punishment, a purgatory.