Each sentient being is to me
More valuable than a magic gem.
Because my aim is the highest good,
I will always treasure them.
No matter where, no matter who,
In no way am I better, I deem.
As for others, in my heart
I hold them humbly in high esteem.
Whatever I’m doing, I check inside.
As soon as any reactions arise
That threaten others or threaten me,
I dispel them at once, unequivocally.
When I see someone bad or evil,
His wicked life weighing him down,
Being so rare, I treasure him
As if a priceless gem I’d found.
When scorn and insult become my lot,
Expressions of some jealousy,
I alone accept defeat
And award the other victory.
Whenever someone I have helped,
For whom I had great hopes and plans,
Betrays me without cause or ground,
I honor him as a teacher I’ve found.
To sum up, one way or another,
Joy and good to my mothers I send.
Their pain and struggles, again and again,
Known only to me I take right in.
All these, then, I will not degrade
With aims based on the eight concerns.
Knowing experience is a magic spell,
I don’t attach — the chains let go.
|This translation by Ken McLeod is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.|