Buddhism · Sutta Pitaka · Minor Collection (Khuddaka)

Thag, poem 222

Sirimaṇḍa · Sirimaṇḍattheragāthā

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The rain saturates things that are covered up; it doesn’t saturate things that are open. Therefore you should open up a covered thing, so the rain will not saturate it.

“Channamativassati, vivaṭaṁ nātivassati; Tasmā channaṁ vivaretha, evaṁ taṁ nātivassati.

The world is beaten down by death and surrounded by old age. The dart of craving has struck it down, and it’s always fuming with desire.

Maccunābbhahato loko, jarāya parivārito; Taṇhāsallena otiṇṇo, icchādhūpāyito sadā.

The world is beaten down by death, caged by old age, beaten constantly without respite, like a criminal being flogged.

Maccunābbhahato loko, parikkhitto jarāya ca; Haññati niccamattāṇo, pattadaṇḍova takkaro.

Three things are coming, like a wall of flame: death, disease, and old age. No power can stand before them, and no speed’s enough to flee.

Āgacchantaggikhandhāva, maccu byādhi jarā tayo; Paccuggantuṁ balaṁ natthi, javo natthi palāyituṁ.

Don’t waste your day, a little or a lot. Every night that passes shortens your life by that much.

Amoghaṁ divasaṁ kayirā, appena bahukena vā; Yaṁ yaṁ vijahate rattiṁ, tadūnaṁ tassa jīvitaṁ.

Walking or standing, sitting or lying down: your final night draws near; you have no time to be careless.

Carato tiṭṭhato vāpi, āsīnasayanassa vā; Upeti carimā ratti, na te kālo pamajjitun”ti. … Sirimaṇḍo thero ….

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