Пусть неизменной будет радость моя.
Ибо в печали я не достигну желаемого,
И мои добродетели истощатся.
The Bodhimind is a great radiant sun
To disperse the darkness of unknowing,
And it is the very essence of butters
Gained from churning the milks of Dharma.
We who are like senseless children shrink from suffering, but love its causes. We hurt ourselves; our pain is self-inflicted! Why should others be the object of our anger?
If the problem can be solved why worry? If the problem cannot be solved worrying will do you no good.
Like a blind man fumbling in garbage
Happens to find a rare and precious gem,
Likewise I have discovered
The jewel of the precious Bodhimind.