Gautam Buddha Dhammapada Teachings - Flowers

Who shall conquer this world
And the world of death with all its gods?

Who shall discover
The shining way of dharma?

You shall, even as the man
Who seeks flowers

Finds the most beautiful, The rarest.
Understand that the body
Is merely the foam of a wave,
The shadow of a shadow.

Snap the flower arrows of desire
And then, unseen,

Escape the king of death.
And travel on.

Death overtakes the man
Who gathers flowers

When with distracted mind and thirsty senses
He searches vainly for happiness
In the pleasures of the world.
Death fetches him away

As a flood carries off a sleeping village.
Death overcomes him

When with distracted mind and thirsty senses
He gathers flowers.
He will never have his fill
Of the pleasures of the world.

The bee gathers nectar from the flower
Without marring its beauty or perfume.

So let the master settle, and wander.
Look to your own faults,
What you have done or left undone.
Overlook the faults of others.
Like a lovely flower,
Bright but scentless,
Are the fine but empty words
Of the man who does not mean what he says.
Like a lovely flower,
Bright and fragrant,

Are the fine and truthful words
Of the man who means what he says.
Like garlands woven from a heap of flowers,
Fashion from your life as many good deeds.
The perfume of sandalwood,
Rosebay or jasmine
Cannot travel against the wind.
But the fragrance of virtue
Travels even against the wind,
As far as the ends of the world.

How much finer
Is the fragrance of virtue
Than of sandalwood, rosebay,
Of the blue lotus or jasmine!
The fragrance of sandalwood and rosebay
Does not travel far.
But the fragrance of virtue
Rises to the heavens.

Desire never crosses the path
Of virtuous and wakeful men.
Their brightness sets them free.
How sweetly the lotus grows
In the litter of the wayside.
Its pure fragrance delights the heart.

Follow the awakened
And from among the blind
The light of your wisdom
Will shine out, purely.