Near Sāvatthī in Jeta’s Grove.

And then Sakka, lord of gods, went up to the Buddha, bowed, stood to one side, and said to him:

“When what is incinerated do you sleep at ease?
When what is incinerated is there no sorrow?
What is the one thing
whose killing you approve?”

“When anger’s incinerated you sleep at ease.
When anger’s incinerated there is no sorrow.
O Vāsava, anger has a poisoned root
and a honey tip.
The noble ones praise its killing,
for when it’s incinerated there is no sorrow.”