Short indeed is this life.
Within a hundred years one dies. Any that lives longer, will eventually die from old age.
One grieves from what one attaches as ‘mine’. Yet, permanent possessions exist none.
Seeing the separation from beloved belongings as it is, one should not follow the household life.
At death all is abandoned, Even from what he considers as ‘mine’.
The wise who regards Lord Buddha as his teacher realizes this, Will not be inclined to think ‘this is mine’.
As a man awakened from sleep no longer sees his dream, one does not see a loved one who is dead.
Ones call a person who they have seen or heard of by this name or that.
Alone will the name remain, in speaking of those gone.
Those who take pleasure in ‘what’s mine’, will not be free from grief, lamentation and selfishness.
Seeing nibbana as blissed, sages let go of possessive desire, and wonder forth.
The wise say, he who wouldn't be seen (not existed) in any realm, of a monk living secluded, a dwelling silent, is well suited.
A sage does not live on the senses; holds nothing dear nor loathed.
In him lamentation and selfishness do not stay, like water bead does not stay on a lotus leaf.
As water bead does not adhere to a lotus leaf, so a sage does not adhere to what is seen, heard, or felt.
The wise do not give importance to the image that is seen, the sound that is heard, nor the emotion that is felt.
He does not wish purity by any other way (other than the Noble Eightfold Path).
He is neither pleased nor is he repelled.
