|MAITREYA BODHISATTVA’S VERSE OF PATIENCEAn old dolt wears a monk’s robe;
plain rice can fill his belly.
When the robe is torn and tethered,
he’ll patch it to weather the cold.
He lets all things resolve according to conditions.
If someone scolds the old dolt,
the old dolt will only say “fine;”
When someone beats him up,
he will lie down for a snooze;
When he is spat on in the face,
he will simply leave it to dry;
“This will save me the trouble,
while the person will have no more grudges.”
|ADMONITIONS FOR ALLTurn around, turn around,
Let all troubles cancel out.
So what if this busy life never stops,
Just stay peaceful and quietly go about.
How will this endless craving ever stop?
However much money, you will never be on top.
Clearly like a puppet tied to strings,
You will fall upon the moment when they snap.
When impermanence strikes, no one is exempt,
So if you have a thousand boxes of gold piled to the roof,