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178 Humanities Journal Vol.24 No.2 (July-December 2017)

146. Why the laughter, why the joy, When flames are ever burning?
Surrounded by darkness, Shouldn’t you search for light?
147. Look at this beautiful body: A mass of sores propped up, Full of illness,
[the object] of many plans, With nothing stable or lasting.

148. This body is worn out --- So fragile, a nesting ground for disease. When
life end in death, This putrid body dissolves. (Fronsdal, 2005, p. 39)

146. What’s the laughter, why the joy? When the world is ever burning?
Plunged into darkness, Won’t you look for a lamp?
147. See this painted shape --- A compressed mass of sores, Diseased, with
many imaginings --- In which there’s no permanent abiding.

148. This form is worn out, A nest of diseases, very frail, This mass of decay
will break down, For life ends in death. (Roebuck, 2010, p. 31)

146. Why this laughter, why this joy, when the world is constantly burning,
why, when enveloped by darkness, you still do not seek for a light?
147. See this beautiful manikin, a heap of sores that is raised up, sick,
imagined in many ways, which has nothing stable or firm

148. This body is worn out, a nest of disease, perishing, putrid, the body comes
to destruction, for the end of life is in death. (Anandajoti Bhikkhu, 2016,
pp. 143-145)