Read on to further explore the depth of each verse. There are 16 verses in this chapter :
Verse 44:
Who will penetrate this earth
and this realm of death
with all its gods?
Who will ferret out
the well-taught Dhamma saying,
as the skillful flower arranger,
the flower.
The learner on the path
will penetrate this earth
and the realm of death
with all its gods.
The learner on the path
will ferret out
the well taught Dhamma saying,
as the skillful flower arranger,
the flower.
Knowing this body is like foam,
realizing its nature - a mirage -
cutting out the blossoms of Mara,
you can go where the King of Death can't see.
The man immersed in gathering blossoms,
his heart distracted :
death sweeps him away -
as a great flood, a village asleep.
The man immersed in gathering blossoms,
his heart distracted :
insatiable in sensual pleasures :
the End-Maker holds him under his sway.
As a bee - without harming the blossom,
its color, its fragrance -
takes away its nectar and flies away:
so should a sage go through a village.
Focus, not on the rudeness of others,
not on what they've done or left undone,
but on what you have
and haven't done yourself.
Just like a blossom,
bright colored but scentless:
a well-spoken word is fruitless
when not carried out.
Just like a blossom,
bright colored and full of scent:
a well-spoken word is fruitful
when well carried out.
Verse 53:
Just as from a heap of flowers,
many garland strands can be made,
even so one born and mortal should do
- with what's born and mortal -
many a skillful thing.
No flower's scent goes against the wind -
not sandalwood, jasmine, lavender.
But the scent of good does go against the wind.
The person of integrity wafts a scent in every direction.
Sandalwood, lavender, lotus and jasmine
among these scents,
the scent of virtue
is unsurpassed.
Next to nothing, this fragrance
- sandalwood, lavender -
while the scent of the virtuous
wafts to the gods, supreme
Those consummate in virtue,
dwelling in heedfulness,
released through right knowing,
Mara can't follow their tracks.
As in the pile of rubbish
cast by the side of a highway,
a lotus might grow clean smelling,
pleasant the heart,
so in the midst of rubbish like
people, run-of-the-mill and blind,
there dazzles with discernment,
the disciple of the Rightly Self Awakened One.
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