法苑珠林 3.55

3.55

The three realms are in turmoil; the six destinies are boundless and vast.
Going and returning without cease,
Enduring suffering that knows no end.
Entangled and pressed hard by retribution,
Pains and agonies are inflicted.
Truly this stems from evil karma,
Inviting this danger and demise.
How could one know of drowning in water?
How could one recognise a boat?
With piles of layers weighing down on the eaves,
Wings have not yet taken flight.
We pray to emerge from this defiled land,
To roam and rest in the pure realm;
With a single thought returning to the right,
Ten thousand ages of life without end.