r 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. To all of you gathered here I say: Good fortune. Dig up craving —as when seeking medicinal roots, wild grass— by the root. Donât let Mṅra cut you down —as a raging river, a reed— over & over again.1 Do what the Buddha says. Donât let the moment pass by. Those for whom the moment is past grieve, consigned to hell.2 Heedlessness is dust. Dust follows on heedlessness. Through heedfulness, knowledge, pull out your own arrow on your own. Notes 1. The verses up to this point = Dhp 334–337. 2. See Dhp 315. See also: MN 63 - --> - - - -