Who shall overcome this earth, the worlds
of misery and this sphere of men and gods? Who
shall bring to perfection the well-taught path of
wisdom as an expert garland-maker would a floral design?
A striver-on-the-path shall overcome this
earth, the worlds of misery and this sphere of
men and gods. The striver-on-the-path shall bring
to perfection the well-taught path of wisdom,
as an expert garland-maker would a floral design.
Realizing that this body is like froth,
penetrating its mirage-like nature, and plucking
out Mara's flower-tipped arrows (of sensuality),
go beyond sight of the King of Death!
As a mighty flood sweeps away the sleeping
village, so does death carry away the person of
distracted mind who only plucks the flowers (of pleasure).
The Destroyer brings under his sway the
person of distracted mind who only plucks the
flowers (of pleasure), insatiate in sense desires.
As a bee gathers honey from the flower
without injuring its colour or fragrance, even so
the sage goes on alms-rounds in the village.
Let none find fault with others; let none
see the omissions and commissions of others.
But let one see one's own acts, done and undone.
Like a beautiful flower full of colour but
without fragrance, even so, fruitless are the fair
words of one who does not practice them.
Like a beautiful flower full of colour and
also fragrant, even so, fruitful are the fair words
of one who practices them.
As from a great heap of flowers many
garlands can be made, even so should many
good deeds be done by one born a mortal.
Not the sweet smell of flowers, not even
the fragrance of sandal, tagara or jasmine blows
against the wind. But the fragrance of the virtuous
person pervades all directions with the fragrance
of that virtue.
Of all the fragrances--sandal, tagara,
blue lotus and jasmine--the fragrance of virtue
is by far the sweetest.
Faint is the fragrance of tagara and sandal,
but the fragrance of the virtuous is excellent,
wafting even among the gods.
Mara never finds the path of the truly
virtuous, who abide in vigilance and are freed by
Upon a heap of rubbish in the road-side
ditch blooms a lotus, fragrant and pleasing.
Even so, on the rubbish heap of blinded
mortals the disciple of the Supremely Enlightened
One shines resplendent in wisdom.