To desire much bringeth a troubled mind;
So store within thy heart these precepts wise;
Many seeming That are not the That;
Many trees bear nought of Fruit;
All sciences are not the Wisdom true;
Much talking is of little profit
That which enricheth the heart is the Sacred Wealth;
Desirest thou Wealth, then store thou this;
The Doctrine which subdueth passion vile is the Noble Path;
Desirest thou a safe Path? then tread thou this,
Forsake the weeping sorrow-burdened world;
Make lonely caves thy home paternal,
And solitude thy paradise.
Let thought riding Thought be thy tireless steed,
And thy body thy temple filled with gods,
And ceaseless devotion thy best of drugs,
To thee, thou energetic one,
The Teaching that containeth all Wisdom I have given;
Thy Faith, the Teaching and myself are one.
And may this perfect Seed of Truth thus to my son entrusted,
Bring forth its foliage and its fruit,
Without corruption, without being scattered, without withering.
translated from the Tibetan by W.Y. Evans-Wentz