法苑珠林 10.76

10.76

A city of reeds and plantains is easily breached;
a perilous vine is again about to be gnawed.
Once following the branch, it is already frail;
approaching mid-life, one must believe in the long farewell.
Already gone like a white colt passing,
and burning like a red blossom in heat:
once lovely looks have ceased,
in vain the solitary lamp is set.