Who will conquer this earth(life)
With Yama's realm and with celestial world?
Who will investigate the well-taught Dhamma-Verses
As a skilful garland-maker plucks flowers?
A learner(sekha) will conquer this earth
With Yama's realm and with celestial world.
He will investigate the well-taught Dhamma-Verses
As a skilful garland-maker plucks flower.
Perciving this body to be similar unto foam
And comprehending its mirage-nature,
One should destroy the flower-tipped arrows of Love
And pass beyond the sight of the King of Death.
He who gathers flowers of sensual pleasure,
Whose mind is distracted-
Death carries him off
As the great flood a sleeping village.
He who gathers flowers of sensual pleasures,
Whose mind is distracted
And who is insatiate in desire-
Him death brings under its sway.
As a bee takes honey from the flowers,
Leaving it colour and fragrance unharmed,
So should the sage wander in the village.
Pay not attention to the faults of others,
Things done or left undone by others,
Consider only what by oneself
Is done or left undone.
As a flower that is lovely
And colourful,but scentless,
Even so fruitless is the well-spoken word
Of one who follows it not.
As a flower that is lovely,
Colourful and fragrant,
Even so fruitful is the well-spoken word
Of one who practises it.
As from a heap of flowers
Many kinds of garlands can be made,
So many good deeds should be done
By one born a mortal.
The perfume of flower blows not againts the wind,
Nor does the fragrance of sandal-wood, Tagara andjasmine,
But the fragrance of the virtuous blows against the wind
The virtuous man pervades all directions.
Sandal -wood, Tagara,
lotus and wild jasmine-
Of all these kinds of fragrance,
The fragrance of virtue is by far the best.
Little is the fragrance of Tagara
And that of sandal-wood,
But the fragrance of virtue is excellent
And blows even among the devas.
Of those who possess these virtues,
Who live without negligence,
Who are freed by perfect knowledge-
Mara finds not their way.
Just as on a heap of rubbish
Thrown u[on the highway
Grows the lotus sweetly fragrant
And delighting the heart.
Even so among those blinded mortals
Who are like rubbish,
The disciple or the Fully Enligtened one
Shines with exceeding glory by his wisdom.