法苑珠林 10.78

10.78

Prostrate on the pillow, cherishing the fragile light;
entangled by illness, life is easily broken.
Without cause to seek the grass of snowy shores,
in vain one returns to the caves of Mount Mang.
Wasting thirst parches intestines and viscera;
aching blockages afflict the limbs and joints.
How is it that within this fleeting lifespan,
worry and suffering never cease for a moment?