Dhammapada - (Dhp 4). Pupphavagga: Blossoms
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(Dhp 4). Pupphavagga: Blossoms
translated from the Pali by Thanissaro Bhikkhu © 1997–2009
Who will penetrate this earth& this realm of deathwith all its gods?Who will ferret outthe well-taught Dhamma-saying,as the skillful flower-arrangerthe flower?The learner-on-the-pathwill penetrate this earth& this realm of deathwith all its gods.The learner-on-the-pathwill ferret outthe well-taught Dhamma-saying,as the skillful flower-arrangerthe flower.
Knowing this bodyis like foam,realizing its nature— a mirage —cutting outthe blossoms of Mara,you go where the King of Deathcan’t see.
The man immersed ingathering blossoms,his heart distracted:death sweeps him away —as a great flood,a village asleep.The man immersed ingathering blossoms,his heart distracted,insatiable in sensual pleasures:the End-Maker holds himunder his sway.
As a bee — without harmingthe blossom,its color,its fragrance —takes its nectar & flies away:so should the sagego through a village.
Focus,not on the rudenesses of others,not on what they’ve doneor left undone,but on what youhave & haven’t doneyourself.
Just like a blossom,bright coloredbut scentless:a well-spoken wordis fruitlesswhen not carried out.Just like a blossom,bright colored& full of scent:a well-spoken wordis fruitfulwhen well carried out.
Just as from a heap of flowersmany garland strands can be made,even soone born & mortalshould do— with what’s born & is mortal —many a skillful thing.
No flower’s scentgoes against the wind —not sandalwood,jasmine,tagara.But the scent of the gooddoes go against the wind.The person of integritywafts a scentin every direction.Sandalwood, tagara,lotus, & jasmine:Among these scents,the scent of virtueis unsurpassed.Next to nothing, this fragrance— sandalwood, tagara —while the scent of the virtuouswafts to the gods,supreme.
Those consummate in virtue,dwelling in heedfulness,released through right knowing:Mara can’t follow their tracks.
As in a pile of rubbishcast by the side of a highwaya lotus might growclean-smellingpleasing the heart,so in the midst of the rubbish-like,people run-of-the-mill & blind,there dazzles with discernmentthe disciple of the RightlySelf-Awakened One.
Provenance: ©1997 Thanissaro Bhikkhu.
Transcribed from a file provided by the translator.
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