As one by one we give up
We get freer and freer of pain.

Renounce early if you seek joy;
Great gladness awaits the ascetic.

Control the five senses and give up
All longings at once.

To give up all behoves the ascetic:
Attachment deludes.

When on liberation's road the very body is a burden
Why take other luggage?

His is the world beyond heaven
Who is free of the delusion of "I" and "Mine."

Sorrows will cling to those who cling
To likes and dislikes.

Those who give up all are saved;
The rest are caught in delusion.

Life's tangle is cut with detachment;
Uncut the thread is endless.

Cling to the One who clings to nothing;
And so clinging, cease to cling.