The eye is empty of self
View the world as empty
Always mindful to have removed any view about self
This way one is above and beyond death
This is how one views the world so as not to be seen by Death's king
Who scatters the troops of the king of death, as a great flood
A very weak bridge made of reeds, is victorious
For his fears are dispersed
He is steadfast in himself
A man immersed in gathering blossoms
His heart distracted
Death sweeps him away as a great flood
A village asleep
Heedlessness is dust
Dust comes from heedlessness
When a house is on fire
The vessel salvaged is the one that will be of use
Not the one left there to burn
So when the world is on fire with aging and death
One should salvage by giving
What is given is well salvaged
With heart unbowed, endured the pain
Like a flame unbinding was the liberation of awareness from distorted perception
Your mind is on fire
Those who let go do not get burned
Through heedfulness and clear knowing you'd remove your own sorrow
Today with arrow removed, without hunger, entirely unbound, I go
So to the one who has seen to the far extreme
I've come with one question
One who regards the world in what way isn't seen by Death's king
Get up, sit up, train firmly for the sake of peace
Do not let the king of death deceive you
Bring you under his sway