法苑珠林 92.78

92.78

Foolish people crave worldly gain;
Common men value empty fame.
The three emptinesses are already difficult to discern;
By the eight winds one is easily swayed.
Self and other have long been empty in nature,
Yet form and mind still bind themselves.
In the prime of life one loves flowering beauty;
In old age and death mounds and tombs are made.
Dwelling on high, one does not ponder calamity;
Holding fullness, one worries not over excess.
For fame and gain they gladly suffer the harm of blades—
How could this bring lasting good fortune?
Ordinary fools blindly seek after profit,
Just like dogs seeing filthy excrement:
Unaware that calamity is arriving,
How could they understand the wails of bitter pain?