Through joy, purify the path.
While you are disciples, learn to overcome irritability.
My disciples must have a sympathetic eye.
As through a magnifying glass behold the good, and belittle tenfold
the signs of imperfection, lest you remain as you always were.
Beware! Do not forget to turn to the Teacher.
The cultivation of offenses produces a poor garden.
And neglecting your health impedes your strivings to the Eternal.
The ability to overcome proves the strength of your spirit.
Travelers, why do you hasten on your way?
Where lies your destiny? Where is your goal? Have you a goal?
Our goal is where the water merges into the clouds, where the forest
fades into the horizon.
Travelers,
will you not rest upon your path? Will you not taste the waters from
the pure spring?
Nay, we must reach our goal. Twilight already has enveloped the
farthest mountain And the nightingale has sung its song in the
nearest forest. We must press on.
Travelers, proceed. The evening’s freshness will revive you on your way.
The travelers advance. Nearer is the goal.
The clouds transform themselves into temples.
But the way is long and twilight deepens.
Solitary pilgrims—look forward! Along the way a Stranger walked:
May the Lord be merciful to you. I said it.
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