Death Would Not Be Called Bad, O

Build The Raft Of Meditation And Self-discipline, To Carry You Across The River. There Will Be No Ocean, And No Rising Tides To Stop You; This Is How Comfortable Your Path Shall Be.

Even Kings And Emperors, With Mountains Of Property And Oceans Of Wealth - These Are Not Even Equal To An Ant, Who Does Not Forget God.

The Production Of Children, The Nurture Of Those Born, And The Daily Life Of Men, Of These Matters Woman Is Visibly The Cause.

No Calamity Happens To Those Who Eagerly Follow Auspicious Customs And The Rule Of Good Conduct, To Those Who Are Always Careful Of Purity, And To Those Who Mutter ,sacred Texts And Offer Burnt Oblations.

Death Would Not Be Called Bad, O People, If One Knew How To Truly Die.