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Milarepa
The
Ocean of Samara
Milarepa
went out one day for alms and coming to a meeting of Dharma-followers,
was ridiculed. One of them, however, recognized him and said: "To
inspire those attending this meeting, therefore, please now sing for us."
In response,
Milarepa sang a song,
Alas, is
not Samsara like the sea?
Drawing as much water as one pleases,
It remains the same without abating.
Are not the Three Precious Ones like Mount Sumeru,
That never can be shaken by anyone?
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Are there Mongol bandits invading yogis' cells?
Why, then, do great yogis stay in towns and villages?
Are not people craving for rebirth and Bardo?
Why, then, do they cling so much to their disciples?
Are woollen clothes in the next life more expensive?
Why, then, do women make so much of them here?
Do people fear that Samsara may be emptied?
Why, then, do priests and laymen hanker after children?
Are you reserving food and drink for your next life?
Why, then, do men and women not give to charity?
Is there any misery in Heaven above?
Why, then, do so few plan to there?
Is there any joy below in Hell?
Why, then, do so many people prepare to visit there?
Do you not know that all suffering
And Lower Realms are the result of sins?
Surely you know that if you now practise virtue,
When death comes you will have peace of mind
and no regrets.
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