Though this two-legged body is dirty and stinking,
Full of different carcasses,
And oozing from various places,
Still it is cherished.
Like a hidden deer by a trick,
Like a fish by a hook,
Like a monkey by tar—
They trap an unawakened person.
Sights, sounds, tastes, smells,
And touches, all delighting the mind.
These five kinds of sensual pleasure
Are seen in a woman’s body.
Those unawakened people, their minds full of lust,
Who pursue those women;
They swell the horrors of the charnel ground,
Piling up more rebirth into various states of existence.
The one who avoids them,
Like a snake’s head with a foot,
Mindful, he transcends
Attachment to the world.
Seeing the danger in sensual pleasures,
And recognizing renunciation as safety,
I’ve escaped all sensual pleasures,
And attained the end of defilements.