Who will discern this earth, as well as the world of the dead and the world of the gods; Who will understand the state of awakening, like a skillful one picking flowers.

The trainee will discern this earth, as well as the world of the dead and the world of the gods; The trainee will understand the state of awakening, like a skillful one picking flowers.

Having understood this body as like foam, and having realized its illusory nature; Having cut off Māra's flowery snares, one goes beyond the sight of the King of Death.

While gathering flowers, with an attached mind; Like a great flood sweeps away a sleeping village, so does death carry such a person away.

While gathering flowers, with an attached mind; Still unsatisfied with sensual pleasures, such a person comes under death's control.

Just as a bee approaches a flower, without harming its beauty and fragrance; And leaves having taken the nectar, so should a sage wander in the village.

Not the faults of others, nor what others have or have not done; One should consider one's own actions, deeds, both done and not done.

Just as a beautiful flower, full of color but lacking fragrance; So too, well-spoken words, bear no fruit for one who does not act.

Just as a beautiful flower, full of color and fragrance; So too, well-spoken words, are fruitful for one who acts.

Just as from a heap of flowers, one could make many garlands; So too, by one who is born and mortal, much good should be done.

The fragrance of flowers does not blow against the wind, nor does the fragrance of sandalwood, tagara, or jasmine; But the fragrance of a virtuous person rises against the wind, the noble person's fragrance radiates in all directions.

Sandalwood, tagara, lotus, and also jasmine; Of all these kinds of fragrances, the fragrance of virtue is unsurpassed.

Insignificant is this fragrance, the scent of tagara and sandalwood; But the fragrance of the virtuous person spreads far, unsurpassed among the gods.

Of those with perfected virtue, who dwell with diligence; Who are freed through complete comprehension, their path is not found by Māra.

Just as in a heap of garbage, discarded by the roadside, A lotus blooms, pure in fragrance, delightful, and pleasing.

So, among those who are like a heap of garbage, blind and ignorant, ordinary people; One illuminates with wisdom— a disciple of the Fully Awakened One.