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.
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