Long is the night to the wakeful, long is the league to him who is weary. Long is Sansara to the foolish who know not the Sublime Truth.
From craving springs grief, from craving springs fear;
Of bones is this body made,
Before long, alas! this body will lie upon the earth;
To many a refuge do men go,- to hills and woods,
Nay, such is no refuge secure, such is no refuge supreme;
One must take refuge in oneself: what other protector (refuge) can there be?
Hard is birth as man,
Not to do any evil,
" Transient are all conditioned
things"-When this with wisdom one discerns,
Let go the past, let go the future, let go the present (front, back and
Overcome anger by loving-kindness, evil by good;
Calm is his mind, calm is his speech, calm is his deed, - who, rightly
knowing, is wholly freed, perfectly peaceful and equipoised.
the highest profit,