Driven by deep-rooted ignorance,
The deluded wander in untellable bewilderment,
Restlessness and innate suffering from beginningless time.
First they are born into the Earth,
There is no other choice for them,
Then they have a burning desire to live for extra-long,
But suddenly they hear the call of the Angel of death.
Their hands tightly tied,
They cannot escape,
Dizzy their heads become, and thoughts darkened.
Without the attainment of the Deathless,
Such a one must fade in the infiniteness of unknowable oblivion,
Regardless of their status, station or accumulated vain glory during their lifetime,
Thanks to an acute lack of cultivation of merit and virtue,
The confused ‘wanderer’ is constantly chased by restlessness,
Torn apart by anxiety and baseless fear,
By actions that lack merit, purity of intention and awareness.
They are driven away in the dark night of the soul,
Then, regardless of their wishes and dreams,
They take birth in a completely strange and foreign disposition,
And the vicious cycle begins anew!