The disciple will find out the plainly shown path of
virtue, as a clever man finds the right flower.
He who knows that this body is like froth, and has learnt that it is as
unsubstantial as a mirage, will break the flower-pointed arrow of Mara,
and never see the king of death.
Death carries off a man who is gathering flowers, and whose mind is
distracted, as a flood carries off a sleeping village.
Death subdues a man who is gathering flowers, and whose mind is
distracted, before he is satiated in his pleasures.
As the bee collects nectar and departs without injuring the flower, or
its color or scent, so let a sage dwell in his village.
Not the perversities of others, not their sins of commission or
omission, but his own misdeeds and negligences should a sage take notice
of.
Like a beautiful flower, full of color, but without scent, are the fine
but fruitless words of him who does not act accordingly.
But, like a beautiful flower, full of color and full of scent, are the
fine and fruitful words of him who acts accordingly.
As many kinds of wreaths can be made from a heap of flowers, so many
good things may be achieved by a mortal when once he is born.
The scent of flowers does not travel against the wind, nor that of
sandal-wood, or of Tagara and Mallika flowers; but the odor of good
people travels even against the wind; a good man pervades every place.
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