法苑珠林 86.75

86.75

With the five parts of my body I repent before dawn;
Three times bowing down, I confess at midnight.
Sounding the mallet admonishes at daybreak;
Pitying my bitter, weary toil.
I turn my gaze to lodge upon the golden words;
Grieving over the accumulation of dust and defilement.
Alas! This form is not me;
Sighing for having constantly drowned in the past.
Hesitating upon the perilous diverging roads;
I wave my hands, bidding farewell to halfway division.
Washing and cleansing, I return to sincere repentance;
Spotless and pure, rising above the clouds to be released.
Desolation: karmic suffering is departed;
Ascending, I benefit according to conditions.
Although not yet equal to the lofty traces,
I temporarily escape traversing the dark paths.