Dhp XXIV
      Tanhavagga
      Craving
      Translated from the Pali by
      Thanissaro Bhikkhu
            Alternate translation:BuddharakkhitaThanissaro
      PTS: Dhp 334-359
      Source: Transcribed from a file provided by the translator.
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334
When a person lives heedlessly,
his craving grows like a creeping vine.
He runs now here
 & now  there,
as if looking for fruit:
 a monkey in the forest.
335-336
If this sticky, uncouth craving
overcomes you in the world,
your sorrows grow like wild grass
 after rain.
 
If, in the world, you overcome
this uncouth craving, hard to escape,
sorrows roll off you,
 like water beads off
 a lotus.
337
To all of you gathered here
I say: Good fortune.
 Dig up craving
 — as when seeking medicinal roots, wild grass —
 by the root.
Don't let Mara cut you down
 — as a raging river, a reed —
over & over again.
338
If its root remains
undamaged & strong,
a tree, even if cut,
will grow back.
So too if latent craving
is not rooted out,
this suffering returns
 again
 &
 again.
339-340
He whose 36 streams,
flowing to what is appealing, are strong:
the currents — resolves based on passion —
carry him, of base views, away.
They flow every which way, the streams,
but the sprouted creeper stays
    in place.
Now, seeing that the creeper's arisen,
cut through its root
with discernment.
341
Loosened & oiled
are the joys of a person.
People, bound by enticement,
looking for ease:
to birth & aging they go.
342-343
Encircled with craving,
people hop round & around
like a rabbit caught in a snare.
Tied with fetters & bonds
they go on to suffering,
again & again, for long.
Encircled with craving,
people hop round & around
like a rabbit caught in a snare.
 So a monk
should dispel   craving,
should aspire   to dispassion
 for himself.
344
Cleared of the underbrush
but obsessed with the forest,
set free from the forest,
right back to the forest he runs.
Come, see the person set free
who runs right back to the same old chains!
345-347
That's not a strong bond
 — so say the enlightened —
the one made of iron, of wood, or of grass.
To be smitten, enthralled,
 with jewels & ornaments,
 longing for children & wives:
that's the strong bond,
 — so say the enlightened —
one that's constraining,
 elastic,
 hard to untie.
But having cut it, they
 — the enlightened — go forth,
free of longing, abandoning
 sensual ease.
 
Those smitten with passion
    fall back
into a self-made stream,
like a spider snared in its web.
But, having cut it, the enlightened set forth,
free of longing, abandoning
 all suffering & stress.
348
Gone to the beyond of becoming,
 you let go of in front,
    let go of behind,
    let go of between.
With a heart everywhere let-go,
you don't come again to birth
    & aging.
349-350
For a person
 forced on by his thinking,
 fierce in his passion,
 focused on beauty,
craving grows all the more.
He's the one
 who tightens the bond.
But one who delights
 in the stilling of thinking,
always  mindful
        cultivating
 a focus on the foul:
He's the one
 who will make an end,
the one who will cut Mara's bond.
351-352
Arrived at the finish,
unfrightened, unblemished, free
of craving, he has cut away
the arrows of becoming.
This physical heap is his last.
Free from craving,
ungrasping,
astute in expression,
knowing the combination of sounds —
which comes first & which after.
He's called a
 last-body
 greatly discerning
 great man.
353
All-conquering,
all-knowing am I,
with regard to all things,
 unadhering.
All-abandoning,
released in the ending of craving:
having fully known on my own,
to whom should I point as my teacher?
354
A gift of Dhamma conquers   all gifts;
the taste of Dhamma,            all tastes;
a delight in Dhamma,            all delights;
the ending of craving,      all suffering
                            & stress.
355
Riches ruin the man
weak in discernment,
but not those who seek
 the beyond.
Through craving for riches
the man weak in discernment
    ruins himself
as he would others.
356-359
Fields are spoiled by weeds;
people, by passion.
So what's given to those
free of passion
 bears great fruit.
Fields are spoiled by weeds;
people, by aversion.
So what's given to those
free of aversion
 bears great fruit.
Fields are spoiled by weeds;
people, by delusion.
So what's given to those
free of delusion
 bears great fruit.
Fields are spoiled by weeds;
people, by longing.
So what's given to those
free of longing
 bears great fruit.
