The human body is impermanent, without permanent strength or power or solidity,
The body is like a bit of foam that can’t be grasped,
Just like the bubbles that don’t last long,
Like a mirage generated out of thirst for life,
It’s like a banana tree with nothing solid inside,
Like a fantasy arising out of confused views of reality,
It’s more of a dream, an illusory view of Truth.
The body is a shadow of many inconceivable factors accumulated by and by,
It’s like an echo, dependent on various factors and conditions,
Like a cloud that changes and disappears in an instant of several decades,
It’s like a lightning that changes from one moment to another.
The body is separate from self, like fire,
Whose lifespan is limited, like the nature of the wind,
Truly, the body is without person behind, it like water.
The body is realized to be empty when transcended,
On it’s own (without enlightenment), its ignorant just like plants and rocks,
The body is naturally inactive, being turned by the powers of the wind of mind,
It’s untrustworthy since even though one takes maximum care of it, it will necessarily disintegrate in its dissolution,
It’s a potential disaster since it’s the nest of a possible a thousand and one illnesses,
The human body is like a well located on a hill, pressed by age,
It’s unreliable since it dies despite being much needed,
In the end, the body is like a poisonous snake, a vengeful bandit and an empty-like aggregation.
Sirs and madams, the body being so calamitous and repugnant, one should reach for that which is over and beyond the mere body – perfect enlightenment.