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Wheel of Sharp Weapons | 41-80

Wheel of Sharp Weapons
by Dharmarakṣita
part II

(41)

When our mind is untamed
though we act with great virtue,
this is the wheel of sharp weapons
returning full circle upon us from wrongs we have done.
Till now we have engaged in those worldly ambitions
that aim at success for ourselves in this life;
hereafter let’s work with pure one-pointed effort
to nourish the wish to gain freedom’s far shore.

(42)

When after we do any virtuous action
we feel deep regret or we doubt its effect,
this is the wheel of sharp weapons
returning full circle upon us from wrongs we have done.
Till now we’ve been fickle and, stirred by base motives,
have courted just those who have power or wealth;
hereafter let’s act with complete self-awareness,
exerting great care in the way we make friends.

(43)

When those with ambition repay trusting friendship
by luring us on with their devious schemes,
this is the wheel of sharp weapons
returning full circle upon us from wrongs we have done.
Till now from ambition we have acted with arrogance,
hereafter let’s dampen our self-centred pride.

(44)

When the force of attraction or that of repulsion
colours whatever we hear or we say,
this is the wheel of sharp weapons
returning full circle upon us from wrongs we have done.
Till now we’ve ignored what has caused all our troubles:
the mass of delusion that dwells in our heart;
hereafter let’s try to abandon all hindrances:
note their arising, examine them well.

(45)

When no matter how well-meant our actions toward others,
they always elicit a hostile response,
this is the wheel of sharp weapons
returning full circle upon us from wrongs we have done.
Till now we’ve repaid loving-kindness with malice;
hereafter let’s always accept others’ favours
both graciously and with most humble respect.

(46)

In short then, whenever unfortunate sufferings
we haven’t desired crash upon us like thunder,
this is the same as the smith who had taken his life
with a sword he had fashioned himself.
Our suffering’s the wheel of sharp weapons
returning full circle upon us from wrongs we have done.
hereafter let’s always have care and awareness
never to act in non-virtuous ways.

(47)

All of the sufferings that we have endured
in the lives we have led in the 3 lower states,
as well as our pains of the present and future,
are the same as the case of the forger of arrows
who later was killed by an arrow he’d made.
Our suffering’s the wheel of sharp weapons
returning full circle upon us from wrongs we have done.
hereafter let’s always have care and awareness
never to act in non-virtuous ways.

(48)

When the troubles and worries of family life grieve us,
this is the same as the case of a child,
who was cared for with love, later killing his parents.
Our suffering’s the wheel of sharp weapons
returning full circle upon us from wrongs we have done.
hereafter it’s fitting in all of our lifetimes
for us to live purely as monks or as nuns.

(49)

As it’s true what I’ve said about self-centred interest,
I recognize clearly my enemy now.
I recognize clearly the bandit who plunders,
the liar who lures by pretending he’s part of me;
oh what relief that I’ve conquered this doubt!

(50)

And so Yamāntaka, spin round with great power
the wheel of sharp weapons of good actions now.
Three times turn it round, in your wrathful-like aspect
your legs set apart for the two grades of truth,
with your eyes blazing open for wisdom and means.

(51)

Baring your fangs of the 4 great opponents,
devour the foe – our cruel selfish concern!
With your powerful mantra of cherishing others,
demolish this enemy lurking within!

(52)

Frantically running through life’s tangled jungle,
we are chased by sharp weapons
of wrongs we have done returning upon us;
we are out of control.
This sly, deadly villain – the selfishness in us,
deceiving ourselves and all others as well
capture him, capture him, fierce Yamāntaka,
summon this enemy, bring him forth now!

(53)

Batter him, batter him, rip out the heart
of our grasping for ego, our love for ourselves!
Trample him, trample him, dance on the head
of this treacherous concept of selfish concern!
Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher
who slaughters our chance to gain final release!

(54)

Hum! Hum! Show all your powers, O mighty protector.
Dza! Dza! Tie up this enemy; do not let him loose.
Phat! Phat! Set us free by your might, O great Lord over Death.
Cut! Cut! Break the knot of self-interest that binds us inside.

(55)

Appear Yamāntaka, O wrathful protector;
I have further entreaties to make of you still.
This sack of 5 poisons, mistakes and delusion
drags us down in the quicksand of life’s daily toil.
Cut it off, cut it off, rip it to shreds!

(56)

We are drawn to the sufferings of miserable rebirths,
yet mindless of pain, we go after its cause.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head
of this treacherous concept of selfish concern.
Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher
who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

(57)

We have high expectations of speedy attainments,
yet do not wish to work at the practice involved.
We have many fine projects we plan to accomplish,
yet none of them ever are done in the end.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head
of this treacherous concept of selfish concern.
Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher
who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

(58)

Our wish to be happy is strong at all times,
yet we don’t gather merit to yield this result.
We have little endurance for hardship and suffering,
yet ruthlessly push for the things we desire.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head
of this treacherous concept of selfish concern.
Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher
who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

(59)

With comparative ease, we develop new friendships,
yet since we are callous, not one of them lasts.
We are filled with desire for food and fine clothing,
yet failing to earn them, we steal and we scheme.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head
of this treacherous concept of selfish concern.
Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher
who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

(60)

We are experts at flattering others for favours,
yet always complaining, we are sad and depressed.
The money we have gathered we cannot bear to part with;
like misers we hoard it and feel we are poor.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head
of this treacherous concept of selfish concern.
Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher
who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

(61)

We have done very little to benefit someone,
yet always remind him how much we have done.
We have never accomplished a thing in our lifetime,
yet, boasting and bragging, we are filled with conceit.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head
of this treacherous concept of selfish concern.
Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher
who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

(62)

We have many great masters and teachers to guide us,
yet, shirking our duty, ignore what they teach.
We have many disciples, yet don’t ever help them;
we cannot be bothered to give them advice.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head
of this treacherous concept of selfish concern.
Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher
who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

(63)

We promise to do many glorious deeds,
yet in practice we give others minimal help.
Our spiritual fame has been spread far and wide,
yet inwardly all of our thoughts are repulsive
not only to gods, but to demons and ghosts.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head
of this treacherous concept of selfish concern.
Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher
who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

(64)

We have read very little, heard only a few teachings,
yet talk with authority expertly on voidness.
Our knowledge of scriptures is pitifully lacking,
yet glibly we make up and say what we like.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head
of this treacherous concept of selfish concern.
Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher
who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

(65)

We have many attendants and people around us,
yet no one obeys us nor heeds what we say.
We feel we have friends in positions of power,
yet should we need help, we are left on our own.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head
of this treacherous concept of selfish concern.
Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher
who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

(66)

We have gained lofty status and ranks of prestige.
Yet our knowledge is poorer than that of a ghost.
We are considered great gurus, yet even the demons
don’t harbour such hatred or clinging desire
or as closed-minded an outlook as we seem to have.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head
of this treacherous concept of selfish concern.
Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher
who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

(67)

We talk about theories and the most advanced teachings,
yet our everyday conduct is worse than a dog’s.
We are learned, intelligent, versed in great knowledge,
yet cast to the wind wisdom’s ethical base.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head
of this treacherous concept of selfish concern.
Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher
who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

(68)

We have selfish desires and horrible anger,
which fester inside us, we would never admit;
yet without provocation we criticize others
and self-righteously charge them with faults we possess.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head
of this treacherous concept of selfish concern.
Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher
who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

(69)

We wear robes of saffron, yet seek our protection
and refuge in spirits and gods of this world.
We have promised to keep solemn vows of strict morals,
yet our actions accord with the demons’ foul ways.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head
of this treacherous concept of selfish concern.
Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher
who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

(70)

Our pleasure and happiness come from the Buddhas,
the gurus, the teachings, and those who live by them,
yet still we make offerings to ghosts and the spirits.
All of our guidance derives from the teachings,
and yet we deceive those who give this advice.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head
of this treacherous concept of selfish concern.
Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher
who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

(71)

We seek to have homes in monastic seclusion,
yet, drawn by distractions, we venture to town.
Discourses we hear teach us most noble practice,
yet we spend all our time telling fortunes with dice.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head
of this treacherous concept of selfish concern.
Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher
who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

(72)

We give up monks’ vows, the true path to gain freedom;
we would rather be married, have children and homes.
We cast to the wind this rare chance to be happy,
and pursue further suffering, more problems and woes.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head
of this treacherous concept of selfish concern.
Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher
who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

(73)

Discarding our practice to reach liberation,
we drift about searching for pleasure or trade.
We’ve obtained human bodies with precious endowments,
yet use them to gain only hellish rebirths.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head
of this treacherous concept of selfish concern.
Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher
who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

(74)

Ignoring effects that the teachings can bring us,
we travel on business for profit and gain.
Leaving behind all our gurus’ wise lectures,
we tour different places in search of some fun.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head
of this treacherous concept of selfish concern.
Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher
who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

(75)

We hoard what we have, never willing to use it,
and leech all our food and our clothing from friends.
We leave aside wealth from our father’s inheritance,
taking from others as much as we can.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head
of this treacherous concept of selfish concern.
Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher
who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

(76)

It’s amazing how little endurance
we have to do meditation,
and yet we pretend to have gained
special powers so others are fooled.
We never catch up with the paths of deep wisdom,
yet run here and there in needless great haste.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head
of this treacherous concept of selfish concern.
Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher
who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

(77)

Someone gives us advice from the depths of his heart,
which is for our own good, but is harsh to our ears,
and with anger we view him as if he’s our foe.
Yet when someone without any true feelings
for us deceitfully tells us what we like to hear,
with no taste or discernment we’re kind in return.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head
of this treacherous concept of selfish concern.
Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher
who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

(78)

When others consider us close and dear friends
and relate in strict confidence all they know,
we disclose their deep secrets especially to their foes.
When we have a good friend who is constantly with us,
we locate his weak points so we can torment him.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head
of this treacherous concept of selfish concern.
Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher
who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

(79)

Our jealousy is strong and whatever is said
we are always the sceptic, we doubt what is meant.
We are fussy, bad-tempered and hard to get on
with, inflicting obnoxious behaviour on others.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head
of this treacherous concept of selfish concern.
Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher
who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

(80)

When someone requests us to do something for him,
we are never obliging, but think up instead
clever devious methods to do him some harm.
When others concede and agree with our viewpoint,
we do not acquiesce – we argue still more.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head
of this treacherous concept of selfish concern.
Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher
who slaughters our chance to gain final release.