Let’s say from the Pangu immemorial,
Who has used this to become an Immortal?
But today’s people still chase it endlessly,
Gambling causes them to suffer privately.
As they’re charged of robbery, no one helps,
But people nowadays keep taking this step.
Don’t crave Substance Smoking,
Lest your body should incur a lot of suffering.
The single-minded often produce myriad tricks,
To cheat people to work for their profits.
They should incur many severe penalties later on,
How come they haven’t thought of self-cultivation?
Epidemic often causes the vomiting,
But the sentient beings haven’t been refraining.
By the summer of the Goat’s Year,
People will know who is the resolute follower.
Upon the Western Paradise ’s delegation,
We protect mankind against the Ruthless Dragon.
Thus we descend with a warm admonition,
Urging people to take their own preparation.
The current tragedy is not so considerable,
As the future one that will look very formidable.
The evil will perish and only the good stay alive,
Killing fields are too shocking to describe.
The earthlings now have no clue about it,
Only when their eyes see it, they will admit.
Though we now look mediocre as practicers,
Our good repute will later spread all over.
The opulent who spend lavishingly,
Must help the poor by saving money.
The holders of the Parties that are prodigal,
Should not blame their fates for later ordeal.
The oracles are like math problems,
A great benefit will be for those who solve them.
We urge you to pratice but you always doubt,
Lest we should cheat you for a handout.
Imports sell for too tough a price,
Making our people even more deprived.
We, Crazy and Mad, never bother about enriching,
Only if the populace can attain their blissing.
As today’s world chess game is near its end,
So must Buddhas and Saints descend.
When cruel beasts are bustling in Chin mountains,
This will be known to Nam Quoc ’s citizens.
Now we preach with a brush nib,
In lay bodies, we improvise on our trip.
We don’t bother about who says what,
When you find out, you will regret.
The mayflies are too frivolous to know,
Seeing the light, they just want to assault.
Alas! they fall scorched to death,
Their graves scatter around the lamp shade.
The fall has been spent up to reprimand people,
But they cling to self-interests like those animals.
Like sand crabs often seen on Eastern Sea plages,
Where their efforts are futile to build palaces.
The castles only last at ebbs since sunset,
But melt away at tidal rises by daybreak.
Those being affluent can enjoy their comfort,
But, on our part, we keep doing hard work
We write out a few didactic poems,
Whether or not you folks apply them.
You must understand once you've read,
Through mystical statements by this Mad.
This is Buddha and Master’s Madness,
And it is never a mental illness.
You must differentiate awakening from delusion,
But we see the laity’s sleep continuing on.
You must wake up to seek your Tao lesson,
So you won't be notorious for fail in examination.
The exhorting book ceaselessly calls,
But no one wakes up seeking the morals.
In reflection, we can’t help feeling shame,
So we share a few words of self-blame.
Our mind is so limpid as a moon mirror.
Our character is as pristine as spring water.
Having not practiced, you should put up with suffering,
Don’t blame Us for not having given a warning.
From childhood to the old age, on the planet Earth,
You will ever be caught in a cycle of rebirth.
In the Hell, how harshly one is punished!
Only then you admit that the Hell exists indeed.
Now, amnesty has one last chance,
Why don’t you practice for future reliance?
On seeing scriptures, you pay them no heed,
Flowers depend for quality on their seeds.
You go to Hell ‘cause of your Mind’s wrongdoing,
Or you go to the Paradise as of your Mind’s making.
It is the Mind that produces a Devil or Ghost,
It is the same Mind that makes Buddha or God.
It will not be too hard to practice if you know,
When your Mind is calm, up the Tao will show.
The mortal world has boundless calamities,
One will see neither living beings nor cities.
When alive, you’ve seen mountains and rivers,
When you’ve died, you have no sight whatsoever.
Those who know should hastily escape,
And turn to the Tao for help.
The bitterer your life is, the better you practice,
For your love, down to the world we sneak.
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