You ragged shed of a chain of bones, sewn together
with flesh and sinews. Fie upon you evil-smelling body worshipping
those who have another's limbs.
You bag of shit, tied up with skin, you demon with lumps on
your chest... Nine holes is there in you body, ever streaming with disgusting things...
You body, with your nine oozing holes, makes an evil smell and
is all brimful of smelly mess. Any Bhikkhu desiring purity avoids this putrid form as
one avoids any stinking heap of rotten excrement...
If any person knew you body, as I know you, he would violently avoid you,
keeping far away, as one avoids a fetid toilet-pit in the rainy season...
This is so, Great Hero, as you say, Ascetic and here many
sink down as an old drowning bull in deep, wet, and fatal mud.. Feverishly desiring the foul!
See this painted puppet, a heap of sores, a constructed form,
diseased, decaying, falling apart, with many evil intentions, of no
permanent stability, or safety...
In whomever such
of the body as a dangerous & disgusting trap is not developed, not pursued,
Mara gains entry, Mara gains a
- the Evil One's - friends and soldiers! Not knowing, not seeing Suffering - the 1st Truth - they run about
claiming: Body is beautiful, form is happiness, there is neither sickness, decay,
ageing nor any death! When
Mara contacts them, they say: Come on in Sir, touch
me!, it will be my honour and pleasure... Because of this false & wrong
view, such feverish 'body-lovers' share a future painful destiny with