法苑珠林 36.55

36.55

Long weary of the tree of ignorance, / Only now rejoicing in the flowers of the Jetavana; / Just entering the path to Mount Gandhamādana, / Yet encountering the carts of the burning house. / The compassionate father repeatedly leads and receives, / But the young child betrays his kindness and strays far. / Though awakened to the mice on the perilous vine, / Still sorrowing over the snakes within the basket. / In the Deer Park, the dhyāna grove is lush; / On Vulture Peak, the branches and boughs stir. / Flowers of samādhi put forth fruits of wisdom; / Riding the empty raft, one crosses the river. / The rain of Dharma falls timely; / Fragrant clouds drift in abundant wisps. / How to take to feathered flight, / To come and deliver those in the worldly snare?