Few
are they of mortal men |
| Who have
reached the further shore; |
| But the crowd
of other folk |
| On this side
fare up and down. |
| When dhamma
rightly is revealed, |
| Who by dhamma
fare along, |
| They shall
reach the shore and pass |
| The realm
of death so hard to cross. |
| Giving up
the state of darkness |
| Let the wise
pursue the light. |
| Giving up
home for the homeless, |
| In solitude
where joys are rare, |
| Let him long
for bliss unbounded |
| Leaving lusts
and owning naught |
| From the
passions of the heart. |
| |
| They
who in the limbs of wisdom |
| Rightly make
the mind to grow, |
| Glad to have
surrendered clinging, |
| Glad to be
from grasping free, |
| Canker-cured
they, all resplendent |
| In the world
are quenched utterly. |
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| (Dhammapada,
85-9; Gradual Sayings,117) |
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