That drunk-on-his-sons-and-cattle man,
all tangled up in the mind:
death sweeps him away—
as a great flood,
a village asleep.
There are no sons
to give shelter,
for one seized by [Death],
no shelter among kin.
this force of reasoning,
the wise man, restrained by virtue,
should make the path pure
that goes all the way to Unbinding.
(trans. Thanissaro Bhikkhu)
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