Dhammapada(Dhp XVIII) - Malavagga: Impurities
Wednesday 15 June 2016, by
You are nowlike a yellowed leaf.AlreadyYama’s minions stand near.You stand at the door to departurebut have yet to providefor the journey.Make an island for yourself!Work quickly! Be wise!With impurities all blown away,unblemished,you’ll reach the divine realmof the noble ones.You are nowright at the end of your time.You are headedto Yama’s presence,with no place to rest along the way,but have yet to providefor the journey.Make an island for yourself!Work quickly! Be wise!With impurities all blown away,unblemished,you won’t again undergo birthand aging.
Just as a silver smithstep bystep,bit bybit,moment tomoment,blows away the impuritiesof molten silver —so the wise man, his own.
Just as rust— iron’s impurity —eats the very ironfrom which it is born,so the deedsof one who lives slovenlylead him onto a bad destination.
No recitation: the ruinous impurityof chants.No initiative: of a household.Indolence: of beauty.Heedlessness: of a guard.In a woman, misconduct is an impurity.In a donor, stinginess.Evil deeds are the real impuritiesin this world & the next.More impure than these impuritiesis the ultimate impurity:ignorance.Having abandoned this impurity,monks, you’re impurity-free.
Life’s easy to livefor someone unscrupulous,cunning as a crow,corrupt, back-biting,forward, and brash;but for someone who’s constantlyscrupulous, cautious,observant, sincere,pure in his livelihood,clean in his pursuits,it’s hard.
Whoever kills, lies, steals,goes to someone else’s wife,and is addicted to intoxicants,digs himself upby the rootright here in this world.So know, my good man,that bad deeds are reckless.Don’t let greed and unrighteousnessoppress you with long-term pain.
People givein line with their faith,in line with conviction.Whoever gets flusteredat food and drink given to others,attains no concentrationby day or by night.But one in whom this iscut throughup-rootedwiped out —attains concentrationby day or by night.
There’s no fire like passion,no seizure like anger,no snare like delusion,no river like craving.
It’s easy to seethe errors of others,but hard to seeyour own.You winnow like chaffthe errors of others,but conceal your own —like a cheat, an unlucky throw.If you focus on the errors of others,constantly finding fault,your effluents flourish.You’re far from their ending.
There’s no trail in space,no outside contemplative.People are smittenwith objectifications,but devoid of objectification arethe Tathagatas.There’s no trail in space,no outside contemplative,no eternal fabrications,no wavering in the Awakened.
Provenance: ©1997 Thanissaro Bhikkhu.
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