Verse 60

Long is the night to the sleepless;
long is the league to the weary.
Long is worldly existence to fools
who know not the Sublime Truth.

Verse 59

Even so, on the rubbish heap
of blinded mortals the disciple
of the Supremely Enlightened One shines
resplendent in wisdom.

Verse 58

Upon a heap of rubbish
in the road-side ditch blooms a lotus,
fragrant and pleasing.

Verse 57

Mara never finds the path
of the truly virtuous,
who abide in heedfulness
and are freed by perfect knowledge.

Verse 56

Faint is the fragrance
of tagara and sandal,
but excellent is the fragrance
of the virtuous,
wafting even amongst the gods.

Verse 55

Of all the fragrances --
sandal, tagara, blue lotus and jasmine --
the fragrance of virtue
is by far the sweetest.

Verse 54

Not the sweet smell of flowers,
not even the fragrance of sandal,
tagara, or jasmine
blows against the wind.
But the fragrance of the virtuous
blows against the wind.
Truly the virtuous man
pervades all directions
with the fragrance of his virtue.

Verse 53

As from a great heap of flowers
many garlands can be made,
even so should many good deeds
be done by one born a mortal.