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All tremble at the rod, All fear death; Making oneself the example, One should not strike nor kill. All tremble at the rod, Life is dear to all; Making oneself the example, One should not strike nor kill. Beings desiring happiness, Whoever harms them with a rod; Seeking his own happiness, After death, he finds no happiness. Beings desiring happiness, Whoever harms them not with a rod; Seeking his own happiness, After death, he finds happiness. Speak not harshly to anyone, Those spoken to may retort to you; Painful indeed are quarrelsome words, Retaliatory blows may touch you. If you make yourself silent, Like a broken gong; You have attained Nibbāna, No contention is found in you. Just as a herdsman with a stick, Drives cows to pasture; So too old age and death, Drive the life of beings. And the fool, doing evil deeds, Does not understand; By his own deeds, the unwise one, Suffers as if burnt by fire. Whoever harms with a rod, Those who are harmless, the innocent; One of ten states, He swiftly attains. He will experience harsh pain, And breaking of the body; Or grievous illness, And derangement of mind. Or affliction from the king, And dreadful accusation; And destruction of relatives, And ruin of wealth. Or else his houses, Are burnt by fire; At the breaking up of the body, the unwise one, Is reborn in hell. Not nakedness, nor matted hair, nor mud, Nor fasting, nor lying on the ground; Nor dust and dirt, nor squatting posture, Purify a mortal... Whose doubt is dispelled. 142. Even if adorned, he lives peacefully, calm, self-controlled, disciplined, a holy liver; Having laid down violence towards all beings, he is a brahmin, he is a recluse, he is a monk. 143. A person restrained by shame is rarely found in the world; Who awakens from sleep, like a good horse from a whip. 144. Just as a good horse, struck by the whip, be ardent, be filled with urgency; With faith, and with virtue, and with energy, with concentration, and with discernment of the Dhamma; Endowed with knowledge and conduct, mindful, you will abandon this immense suffering. 145. Irrigators lead the water, fletchers bend the arrow shaft; Carpenters bend the wood, the good ones tame themselves. The Chapter on Punishment, the tenth, is finished.