Thag 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.
Translated by Ṭhānissaro Bhikkhu. © 2014 / rev. 2017 Ṭhānissaro Bhikkhu — released under the Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 licence, for free distribution only. Source: dhammatalks.org (Metta Forest Monastery).
