2.47 Anūpama#
Coming into the conceit of delight, the mind
impales itself on a stake.
Wherever’s a stake, a chopping block,
there, only there, you turn.
You, mind, I call an unlucky die.
You, I call a mind-traitor.
You’ve gained a Teacher hard to gain.
Don’t urge me on to my loss.
Notes#
Translation © Thanissaro Bhikkhu, from dhammatalks.org, licensed under CC BY 4.0.