Siri­maṇḍa

The rain saturates things that are covered up;
It doesn’t saturate things that are open.
Therefore you should open up a covered thing,
So the rain will not saturate it.
The world is crushed by death,
Surrounded by old age,
Struck by the dart of craving,
And ever obscured by desire.
The world is crushed by death,
Caged by old age,
Beaten constantly, without respite,
Like a thief being flogged.
Three things are coming, like a wall of flame:
Death, disease, and old age.
No power can stand before them,
And there is no speed to flee.
Don’t waste your day,
A little or a lot.
Every night that passes
Shortens your life by that much.
Walking or standing,
Sitting or lying down:
Your final night draws near.
You have no time to be heedless.