Agliate
near Agliate, Lombardia (Italia)
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Camminata in Brianza dopo una visita alla basilica medievale di Agliate
THE HUNDRED THOUSAND SONGS OF MILAREPA
Is the pattern of my belt.
Bright wisdom is my knife,
Its sheath, the confidence of the Three
MeasurementsP
Faith and diligence in Dharma is my gold-and-
silver cord.
The beauty of the Dharma is the glory over all.
Lest goddesses punish me,
I have never asked for wealth or money
When teaching in the past,
Nor shall I do so now.
Dear boy, you may go home;
I do not want your gifts.
The young man again said to Milarepa, "Revered Sir! Indeed you
have not the slightest desire for wealth or goods. Therefore, I think
that you may not object to my offering you a temple in a quiet
place wherein you may dwell." Saying this he sang:
You are a real yogi, an ascetic worker,
Disgusted with mundane things
And indifferent to the world.
You renounced your native land and went away!
Without a bourne in mind, you wandered everywhere.
Although one thing to you is as another,
A permanent home may help your inspiration.
Let us find a good place in the hills to
build a temple,
Let us make the pillars immaculate and tall!
Hanging above the pillars, the sun and moon
will shine.
On the broad floor of the temple
We will draw a Mandal28 with stone-made colors.
We will plant flowers all about
And dig a deep ditch round.
The Ka Be ornaments29 will be of wood,
And a pagoda with eight adornments will
make the place more beautiful.
THE HUNDRED THOUSAND SONGS OF MILAREPA
Is the pattern of my belt.
Bright wisdom is my knife,
Its sheath, the confidence of the Three
MeasurementsP
Faith and diligence in Dharma is my gold-and-
silver cord.
The beauty of the Dharma is the glory over all.
Lest goddesses punish me,
I have never asked for wealth or money
When teaching in the past,
Nor shall I do so now.
Dear boy, you may go home;
I do not want your gifts.
The young man again said to Milarepa, "Revered Sir! Indeed you
have not the slightest desire for wealth or goods. Therefore, I think
that you may not object to my offering you a temple in a quiet
place wherein you may dwell." Saying this he sang:
You are a real yogi, an ascetic worker,
Disgusted with mundane things
And indifferent to the world.
You renounced your native land and went away!
Without a bourne in mind, you wandered everywhere.
Although one thing to you is as another,
A permanent home may help your inspiration.
Let us find a good place in the hills to
build a temple,
Let us make the pillars immaculate and tall!
Hanging above the pillars, the sun and moon
will shine.
On the broad floor of the temple
We will draw a Mandal28 with stone-made colors.
We will plant flowers all about
And dig a deep ditch round.
The Ka Be ornaments29 will be of wood,
And a pagoda with eight adornments will
make the place more beautiful.
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