法苑珠林 48.22

48.22

A wild, frantic, deceitful person / Is like a wet nurse's soiled garment. / What is the point of adding words to him? / You, however, are fit to be spoken to. / A stain on a black robe does not show; / Black garments are not stained by blackness. / To deceitful, wicked people, / The world does not speak. / A fly's leg stains white silk; / A slight fault shows upon the clear and bright. / Like a speck of ink on mother-of-pearl, / Though small, it fully reveals itself.