Remember the one-eyed turtle <j>and the yoke with a hole blown in the ocean from east to west—sticking the head in the hole is a metaphor for gaining a human birth.

Remember the form of this unlucky body, insubstantial as a lump of foam. See the aggregates as impermanent, remember the hells so full of distress.

Remember those swelling the charnel grounds again and again in life after life. Remember the danger of gharials! Remember the four truths!

When freedom from death is there to be found, why would you drink the five bitter poisons? For all erotic delights are so much more bitter than them.

When freedom from death is there to be found, why would you burn for sensual pleasures? For all erotic delights are burning, boiling, bubbling, seething.

When there is freedom from enmity, why would you want your enemy, sensual pleasures? Many enemies take a share of your sensual pleasures: kings, fire, robbers, flood, and unloved heirs.

When liberation is there to be found, what good are sensual pleasures that kill and bind? For though unwilling, <j>when sensual pleasures are there, they are subject to the pain of killing and binding.

As a blazing grass torch burns one who grasps it without letting go, sensual pleasures are like a grass torch, burning those who do not let go.

Don’t give up abundant happiness for the trivial joys of sensual pleasure. Don’t fret later, like a catfish on a hook.

Deliberately control yourself <j>among sensual pleasures! You’re like a hound fixed to a chain: sensual pleasures will surely devour you as hungry corpse-workers would a hound.