In samsara, which is like a dream and illusion,
sentient beings roam like blind lunatics.

Not realizing the truth that confused
appearances have no essence, those who cling to the false as true get so exhausted.

To the serum of youth, which is like a flower,
the young are attached like witless bees.

Not recognizing this is impermanent and fading, those who wander in endless lower realms get so exhausted.

After word knowledge, which is like a mirage,
teachers wander like smart wild beasts.

Not recognizing that there’s no connection
between term and meaning, those who wander in endless jargon get so exhausted.

To the pleasure of experience, which is like a rainbow, meditators are attached like faithful children.

Not recognizing that it’s an enticing dead end, those who hope for a result of spiritual warmth and signs get so exhausted.

          - Godrakpa (1170-1249)