Get up and sit!
What need of sleep!
For the sick what rest is there,
pierced by the dart of pain?Get up and sit!
Train hard for peace.
Let not Māra know
that you are negligent,
deluded and under his control.Cross beyond this craving—
tied to, desiring which
gods and men remain.
Don’t let this chance pass by:
those who do so grieve,
sending themselves to hell!From “dust” arises negligence,
from negligence to more:
by diligence and knowledge,
pluck out the dart oneself.
snp.2.10 Suttanipata
Wake up! Make an Effort!
- Translator: Laurence Khantipalo Mills
Get Up!
Get up and meditate!What’s the point in your sleeping?
How can the afflicted slumber
when injured by an arrow strike?
Get up and meditate!
Train hard for peace!
The King of Death has caught you heedless—
don’t let him fool you under his sway.
Needy gods and humans
are held back by clinging:
get over it.
Don’t let the moment pass you by.
For if you miss your moment
you’ll grieve when sent to hell.
Negligence is always dust;
dust follows right behind negligence.
Through diligence and knowledge,
pluck out the dart from yourself.