諸經要集 18.75

18.75

Having arrived at birth, death escorts one back; / The sun departs, and the moon revolves again. / Dying young, stirred by the winds of delusion; / Wandering adrift, shifting along with things. / Ignorant and foolish, losing the correct path; / Drifting and drowning, entering the deep abyss. / Once fallen into the dark places, / For ten thousand kalpas treading on bitter blades. / Suffering the revolutions of the six destinies, / The three karmas never once made whole. / Plunging into the current with no one to save, / Grieved and heartbroken, one only pities oneself. / Turning in sincerity to contemplate the images of things, / Only then does one know the trap of illusion. / Bound for the deep river of the sea of suffering, / Longing to board the boat of prajñā.