Staying attached to the cave,
covered heavily over,
a person sunk in confusion
is far from seclusion — 
for	sensual pleasures
	sensual desires
in the world
	are not lightly let go.

Those chained by desire,
bound by becoming's allure,
aren't easily released
for there's no liberation by others.
Intent, in front or behind,
on hunger for sensual pleasures
here or before — 
	greedy
for sensual pleasures,
busy, deluded, ungenerous,
entrenched in the out-of-tune way,
they — impelled into pain — lament:
	"What will we be
	when we pass on from here?"

So a person should train
	right here & now.
Whatever you know
as out-of-tune in the world,
don't, for its sake, act out-of-tune,
for that life, the enlightened say,
	is short.

	I see them,
in the world, floundering around,
people immersed in craving
for states of becoming.
Base people moan in the mouth of death,
their craving, for states of becoming & not-,
	unallayed.

	See them,
floundering in their sense of mine,
like fish in the puddles
of a dried-up stream — 
and, seeing this,
live with no mine,
not forming attachment
for states of becoming.
	Subdue desire
for both sides,
comprehending sensory contact,
	with no greed.

Doing nothing for which
he himself
would rebuke himself,
the enlightened person doesn't adhere
	to what's seen,
	to what's heard.
Comprehending perception,
he'd cross over the flood — 
the sage not stuck
on possessions.
Then, with arrow removed,
living heedfully, he longs for neither — 
	this world,
	the next.