Castiglione d'Adda

Camminata nel parco Adda Sud tra Castiglione e Camairago






THE HUNDRED THOUSAND SONGS OF MILAREPA
From the realm of Absolute Reality
I, the Yogi Milarepa, sing this song;
From the realm of Universal Non-existence
I, Milarcpa, chant this hymn.
Please listen, Mothers and :Oakinis.
The Law of Cause and Effect is e'er supreme-
The convincing Buddhist doctrine.
How can common faiths e'er match it?
Supreme it is to live and meditate alone;
How can trance compare with this?
Samadhi is supreme, free from "this" and "that";
How can common knowledge e'er attain it?
"Essence" is supreme in the state of "After-
Meditation";
How can common practices ever equal it?
Mindfulness beyond all words also is supreme;
How can common actions e'er attain it?
The unison of Love and Voidness is supreme;
How can common accomplishment e'er reach it?
Supreme, too, is my cotton robe that's never cold;
How can the gaudy clothes of common people match it?
Supreme is my Samadhi that's never hungry;
How can meat and wine compare with it?
This drink of mine comes from the stream of Bodhi;
How can common drinks compare with it?
Within, my heart is brimming with contentment;
How can food and wealth o'ershadow it?
My Guru, the Translator Marpa, is supreme;
How can other yogis equal Him?
Seeing the Buddha-face of the Self-Mind is supre
How can the common "patron Buddha" meditation
match it?
I, the Yogi Milarepa, am supreme;
How can other yogis match me?
My body is immune from pain and illness;
How can drugs or doctors so insure it?
Please listen and give judgement, oh :Oakinls,
Where there is no light, I see but brightness;
The light itself is very radiant too.
Where there is no warmth, I feel well-heated;
This single cotton robe has warmth in plenty.
Where' er discomfort is, I rest in ease;
This body of illusion is most comfortable.
Where there is no joy, I feel most joyful;
This life of dreams is itself delightful!
I, the Yogi, feel but happiness and joy!
Is not the Drajadorje Mountain high enough?
If not, why would vultures float above it?
If the cold December wind is not severe enough,
How can it freeze the waterfalls and rivers?
If my cotton clothing is not warmed by Inner-Heat,
How can a single robe shut out the coldness?
If Samadhi food does not sustain me,
How can I e'er endure insatiate hunger?
If there is no Stream-of-Bodhi for my drinking,
How can I live without water and not thirst?
If my Guru's Pith-Instructions are not profound enough,
How can I conquer hindrances and devils?
If a yogi has no Realization and Experience
[To make him confident and full of joy]
How can he ever meditate in solitude?