Now you are like a withered leaf, and the messengers of death await you; You stand at the door of departure, and provisions for the journey are nowhere to be found.

Make yourself as your own island, strive swiftly, be wise; Blowing away impurities, and blemish free, you will arrive at the divine abode of the Noble Ones.

You are now advanced in age, headed to the presence of death; There is no resting place for you in the interval, and provisions for the journey are nowhere to be found.

Make yourself as your own island, strive swiftly, be wise; Rid of impurities, and without blemish, you will not be born again, aging no more.

The discerning one gradually, little by little, moment by moment; Blows off impurities from oneself, just as a smith purifies silver.

Just as rust arises from iron, and corrodes the very metal from which it arose; In the same way, for the overly negligent person, their actions lead them to a bad destination.

Non-recitation is the stain of chants, non-effort is the stain of households; Laziness is the stain of beauty, negligence is the stain of protecting.

Immorality is the stain of a woman, stinginess is the stain of giving; Indeed, the stains are harmful qualities, both in this world and the next.

But worse than these stains, is ignorance - the ultimate stain; Having put an end to this stain, be spotless, bhikkhus.

Easy is the life of one who is shameless, brazen as a crow, destructive; Audacious, brash, tainted in livelihood.

Hard is the life of one with a sense of right and wrong, continuously seeking purity; Not attached and unassuming, living a pure life and seeing clearly.

Whoever takes life, speaks falsehood; takes what is not given in the world, and goes to another's partner.

Drinking liquor, wine, and beer, such a person gives oneself up; Right here, in this very world, they uproot their own foundation.

Know this, O good man, unrestrained and with harmful mental qualities; Let not greed and false teaching, afflict you with suffering for a long time.

A person gives according to what they have faith in, and according to what inspires one; But whoever is troubled, about others receiving food and drink; Does not attain collectedness, whether by day or by night.

But for one in whom this envy, has been cut off at the root, uprooted entirely; They attain collectedness, whether by day or by night.

There is no fire like passion, no grip like aversion; No net like illusion, and no river like craving.

It is easy to see the faults of others, but difficult to see one's own; One exposes the faults of others, as easily as chaff is sifted through; But hides one's own faults, like a crafty gambler conceals a losing throw.

For one who looks for others' faults, always finding something to blame; Their defilements grow, and they are far from the wearing away of the defilements.

Just as there is no path in the sky, there is no ascetic outside [the Buddha's Dhamma]; While people delight in proliferation, the Tathāgatas are free from proliferation.

Just as there is no path in the sky, there is no ascetic outside [the Buddha's Dhamma]; Conditioned things are not everlasting, and the Buddhas never waver.