his sun-shade making? its water-snake smell?

II.3 — Sumangala’s Mother {vv. 23-24} So freed! So freed! So thoroughly freed am I — from my pestle, my shameless husband & his sun-shade making, my moldy old pot with its water-snake smell. Aversion & passion I cut with a chop. Having come to the foot of a tree, I meditate, absorbed in the bliss: “What bliss!”