CURBING OF DESIRE

Desire to all, always is seed
From which ceaseless births proceed.

If long thou must, long for non-birth
It comes by longing no more for earth.

No such wealth is here and there
As peerless wealth of non-desire.

To nothing crave is purity
That is the fruit of verity.

The free are those who desire not
The rest not free in bonds are caught.

Dread desire; Virtue is there
To every soul desire is snare.

Destroy desire; deliverance
Comes as much as you aspire hence.

Desire extinct no sorrow-taints
Grief comes on grief where it pretends.

Desire, the woe of woes destroy
Joy of joys here you enjoy.

Off with desire insatiate
You gain the native blissful state.