It was well-taught by the one who sees,
The Buddha, Kinsman of the Sun,
Who has gone beyond all fetters,
And destroyed all rolling-on.

Leading to liberation, crossing over,
Drying up the root of craving,
Cutting off the root of poison, the slaughter-house,
And leading to nibbāna.

By breaking the root of unknowing,
It smashes the mechanism of deeds,
And looses the thunderbolt of knowledge
On the taking up of consciousnesses.

Informing us about our feelings,
Freeing us from grasping,
Wisely contemplating all states of existence
As a pit of burning coals.

Very sweet, very deep,
Preventing birth and death,
Leading to the stilling of suffering, bliss—
It is the noble eightfold path.

Knowing deed as deed,
And result as result;
Seeing dependently originated phenomena
As if they were in a clear light;
Leading to great security, peace,
It’s excellent at the end.