法苑珠林 67.47

67.47

In flourishing years one enjoys indulgence;
Fierce and reckless, one cannot be dissuaded.
Though heaven is vast, morning dew is fleeting;
Birth, old age, and sickness come to claim their due.
A hundred joints all ache and throb;
A thousand ailments strike together.
Once departing the splendid halls,
Upon the dark path, ten thousand torments strike.