法苑珠林 56.55

56.55

The winds of karma constantly overflow; the ocean of suffering roars with billows and waves.
Swept away, I drift perpetually, far removed from the city of nirvāṇa.
When will the boat of compassion arrive, to ferry me across the ocean of craving?
It truly arises from a high yearning for giving, suddenly abandoning all thoughts of poverty.
Defilements of sin are washed away and bonds untied; the divine pearl reveals light in darkness.
Noble gates shine with splendid radiance; lowly occupations are forever put to rest.
With resolution I seek the eight liberations, vowing to abandon the entanglements of the six dusts.
Should I encounter the loving father's admonition, it will soothe the turmoil within my heart.