DHAMMAPADAYA - Puppha Waggaya (English)

Ko imaṃ pathaviṃ vicessati,
Yamalokañca imaṃ sadevakaṃ;
Ko dhammapadaṃ sudesitaṃ,
Kusalo pupphamiva pacessati.

44. Who will overcome this earth? Who will overcome this plane of misery? Who will overcome this world with its gods? Who will realize well taught words of Dhamma, as an expert garland maker selects beautiful flowers?

Sekho pathaviṃ vicessati,
Yamalokañca imaṃ sadevakaṃ;
Sekho dhammapadaṃ sudesitaṃ,
Kusalo pupphamiva pacessati.

45. The trainee in the Dhamma path will overcome this earth. He will overcome the plane of misery. He will overcome this world with its gods. The trainee will realize the well taught words of Dhamma, as an expert garland maker selects beautiful flowers.

Pheṇūpamaṃ kāyamimaṃ viditvā,
Marīcidhammaṃ abhisambudhāno;
Chetvāna mārassa papupphakāni,
Adassanaṃ maccurājassa gacche.

46. Understanding that this body is fragile like foam, realizing life’s mirage-like nature, cutting off Māra’s flowers of defilements, go beyond the sight
of Māra!

Pupphāni heva pacinantaṃ,
byāsat­ta­manasaṃ naraṃ;
Suttaṃ gāmaṃ mahoghova,
maccu ādāya gacchati.

47. The person obsessed by sense pleasures chases after them as a garland maker searches for flowers. Māra carries away that person to the plane
of misery like a great flood sweeps away a sleeping village.

Pupphāni heva pacinantaṃ,
byāsat­ta­manasaṃ naraṃ;
Atittaññeva kāmesu,
antako kurute vasaṃ.

48. The person obsessed by sense pleasures chases after them as a garland maker searches for flowers. Although he has not fully satisfied himself with sense pleasures, Māra brings him under his control.

Yathāpi bhamaro pupphaṃ,
vaṇṇa­gandha­mahe­ṭhayaṃ;
Paleti rasamādāya,
evaṃ gāme munī care.

49. As a bee gathers nectar from the flower and flies away without harming the flower’s beauty or its fragrance, just so the sage goes on his alms
round in the village.

Na paresaṃ vilomāni,
na paresaṃ katākataṃ;
Attanova avekkheyya,
katāni akatāni ca.

50. Do not consider what is false in what others say or what they have or have not done. Consider instead what you have or have not done.

Yathāpi ruciraṃ pupphaṃ,
vaṇṇavantaṃ agandhakaṃ;
Evaṃ subhāsitā vācā,
aphalā hoti akubbato.

51. A beautiful flower that is colourful but without fragrance is not perfect. In the same way, the well spoken words of the Buddha become fruitless
for the person who does not practice them.

Yathāpi ruciraṃ pupphaṃ,
Vaṇṇavantaṃ sagandhakaṃ;
Evaṃ subhāsitā vācā,
Saphalā hoti kubbato.

52. A beautiful flower that is colourful and also fragrant is perfect. In the same way, well spoken words of the Buddha become fruitful for the person who practices them.

Yathāpi puppharāsimhā,
kayirā mālāguṇe bahū;
Evaṃ jātena maccena,
kattabbaṃ kusalaṃ bahuṃ.

53. As an expert garland maker makes many garlands from a heap of flowers, you who obtained the human life should do many wholesome deeds.

Na pupphagandho paṭivātameti,
Na candanaṃ tagaramallikā vā;
Satañca gandho paṭivātameti,
Sabbā disā sappuriso pavāyati.

54. The scent of flowers does not go against the wind. The scent of sandalwood, jasmine, and rosebay does not go against the wind. But the scent of
a grateful person does travel against the wind. The scent of his virtues spreads in all directions.

Candanaṃ tagaraṃ vāpi,
uppalaṃ atha vassikī;
Etesaṃ gandhajātānaṃ,
sīlagandho anuttaro.

55. Of all the fragrances—sandalwood, rosebay, water lily, and jasmine—the fragrance of virtue is the sweetest.

Appamatto ayaṃ gandho,
yāyaṃ tagaracandanī;
Yo ca sīlavataṃ gandho,
vāti devesu uttamo.

56. Slight is the scent of rosebay or sandalwood, but the scent of the virtuous is supreme, drifting even to heaven.

Tesaṃ sam­panna­sīlānaṃ,
appa­māda­vihāri­naṃ;
Samma­dañ­ñā­vimuttā­naṃ,
māro maggaṃ na vindati.

57. The liberated ones are virtuous and practice the Dhamma diligently. They are freed from suffering by the realization of the Noble Truths. Māra never finds the path by which they are liberated.

Yathā saṅ­kāra­dhānas­miṃ,
ujjhitasmiṃ mahāpathe;
Padumaṃ tattha jāyetha,
sucigandhaṃ manoramaṃ.

58. In the roadside ditch, in a heap of rubbish, blooms a lotus, sweet smelling and pleasing to the eyes.

Evaṃ saṅkārabhūtesu,
andhabhūte puthujjane;
Atirocati paññāya,
sammā­sambud­dha­sāvako.

59. In the same way, among the rubbish heap of unaware ordinary people, the disciple of the Supreme Buddha shines brightly with wisdom.

Sadhu! Sadhu! Sadhu!