So I have heard. At one time the Buddha was staying near Sāvatthī in Jeta’s Grove, Anāthapiṇḍika’s monastery. Then Māra the Wicked went up to the Buddha and addressed him in verse:

“There’s a mental snare wandering in midair. I’ll bind you with it—you won’t escape me, ascetic!”

“Sights, sounds, tastes, smells, and touches so delightful: desire for these is gone from me. You’re beaten, terminator!”

Then Māra the Wicked, thinking, “The Buddha knows me! The Holy One knows me!” miserable and sad, vanished right there.