Get up!
	Sit up!
What's your need for sleep?
And what sleep is there for the afflicted,
	pierced by the arrow,
	oppressed?

	Get up!
	Sit up!
Train firmly for the sake of peace,
Don't let the king of death,
— seeing you heedless — 
	deceive you,
	bring you under his sway.

Cross over the attachment
to which human & heavenly beings,
remain	desiring
		tied.
Don't let the moment pass by.
Those for whom the moment is past
grieve, consigned to hell.

	Heedless is
	dust, dust
comes from heedlessness
	has heedlessness
	on its heels.
Through heedfulness & clear knowing
	you'd remove
	your own sorrow.