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From the Royal Song

 by Saraha, 8 AC

 

Forsaking bliss the fool roams abroad,

Hoping for mundane pleasure;

Your mouth is full of honey now,

Swallow it while you may!

 

Fools attempt to avoid their suffering,

The wise enact their pain.

Drink the cup of sky-nectar

While others hunger for outward appearances.

 

The bee knows from birth

That flowers are the source of honey;

How can the fool know

That samsara and nirvana are one

 

Though the fragrance of a flower cannot be touched,

‘tis all pervasive and at once perceptible.

So by un- patterned being- in- itself,

recognize the round of mystic circles.