Reference Translation by Bhikkhu Sujato (CC0).
“‘Samuddo, samuddo’ti, bhikkhave, assutavā puthujjano bhāsati.
“Mendicants, an unlearned ordinary person speaks of the ocean.
Neso, bhikkhave, ariyassa vinaye samuddo.
But that’s not the ocean in the training of the Noble One.
Mahā eso, bhikkhave, udakarāsi mahāudakaṇṇavo.
That’s just a large body of water, a large sea of water.
Santi, bhikkhave, cakkhuviññeyyā rūpā iṭṭhā kantā manāpā piyarūpā kāmūpasaṁhitā rajanīyā.
There are sights known by the eye, which are likable, desirable, agreeable, pleasant, sensual, and arousing.
Ayaṁ vuccati, bhikkhave, ariyassa vinaye samuddo.
This is called the ocean in the training of the Noble One.
Etthāyaṁ sadevako loko samārako sabrahmako sassamaṇabrāhmaṇī pajā sadevamanussā yebhuyyena samunnā tantākulakajātā kulagaṇṭhikajātā muñjapabbajabhūtā, apāyaṁ duggatiṁ vinipātaṁ saṁsāraṁ nātivattati …pe….
And it’s here that this world—with its gods, Māras, and divinities, this population with its ascetics and brahmins, gods and humans—is for the most part sunk. It’s become tangled like string, knotted like a ball of thread, and matted like rushes and reeds, and it doesn’t escape the places of loss, the bad places, the underworld, transmigration.
Santi, bhikkhave, jivhāviññeyyā rasā …pe… santi, bhikkhave, manoviññeyyā dhammā iṭṭhā kantā manāpā piyarūpā kāmūpasaṁhitā rajanīyā.
There are sounds … smells … tastes … touches … ideas known by the mind, which are likable, desirable, agreeable, pleasant, sensual, and arousing.
Ayaṁ vuccati, bhikkhave, ariyassa vinaye samuddo.
This is called the ocean in the training of the Noble One.
Etthāyaṁ sadevako loko samārako sabrahmako sassamaṇabrāhmaṇī pajā sadevamanussā yebhuyyena samunnā tantākulakajātā kulagaṇṭhikajātā muñjapabbajabhūtā apāyaṁ duggatiṁ vinipātaṁ saṁsāraṁ nātivattatīti.
And it’s here that this world—with its gods, Māras, and divinities, this population with its ascetics and brahmins, gods and humans—is for the most part sunk. It’s become tangled like string, knotted like a ball of thread, and matted like rushes and reeds, and it doesn’t escape the places of loss, the bad places, the underworld, transmigration.
Yassa rāgo ca doso ca,
Those in whom greed, hate, and ignorance
Avijjā ca virājitā;
have faded away;
So imaṁ samuddaṁ sagāhaṁ sarakkhasaṁ,
have crossed the ocean so hard to cross,
Saūmibhayaṁ duttaraṁ accatari.
with its saltwater crocodiles and monsters, its waves and dangers.
Saṅgātigo maccujaho nirupadhi,
They’ve slipped their chains, given up death, and have no attachments.
Pahāsi dukkhaṁ apunabbhavāya;
They’ve given up suffering, so there are no more future lives.
Atthaṅgato so na puneti,
They’ve disappeared, and cannot be measured;
Amohayī maccurājanti brūmī”ti.
and they’ve confounded the King of Death, I say.”
Dutiyaṁ.
Reference Translation by Bhikkhu Sujato (CC0).
“Mendicants, an unlearned ordinary person speaks of the ocean.
But that’s not the ocean in the training of the Noble One.
That’s just a large body of water, a large sea of water.
There are sights known by the eye, which are likable, desirable, agreeable, pleasant, sensual, and arousing.
This is called the ocean in the training of the Noble One.
And it’s here that this world—with its gods, Māras, and divinities, this population with its ascetics and brahmins, gods and humans—is for the most part sunk. It’s become tangled like string, knotted like a ball of thread, and matted like rushes and reeds, and it doesn’t escape the places of loss, the bad places, the underworld, transmigration.
There are sounds … smells … tastes … touches … ideas known by the mind, which are likable, desirable, agreeable, pleasant, sensual, and arousing.
This is called the ocean in the training of the Noble One.
And it’s here that this world—with its gods, Māras, and divinities, this population with its ascetics and brahmins, gods and humans—is for the most part sunk. It’s become tangled like string, knotted like a ball of thread, and matted like rushes and reeds, and it doesn’t escape the places of loss, the bad places, the underworld, transmigration.
Those in whom greed, hate, and ignorance
have faded away;
have crossed the ocean so hard to cross,
with its saltwater crocodiles and monsters, its waves and dangers.
They’ve slipped their chains, given up death, and have no attachments.
They’ve given up suffering, so there are no more future lives.
They’ve disappeared, and cannot be measured;
and they’ve confounded the King of Death, I say.”
“‘Samuddo, samuddo’ti, bhikkhave, assutavā puthujjano bhāsati.
Neso, bhikkhave, ariyassa vinaye samuddo.
Mahā eso, bhikkhave, udakarāsi mahāudakaṇṇavo.
Santi, bhikkhave, cakkhuviññeyyā rūpā iṭṭhā kantā manāpā piyarūpā kāmūpasaṁhitā rajanīyā.
Ayaṁ vuccati, bhikkhave, ariyassa vinaye samuddo.
Etthāyaṁ sadevako loko samārako sabrahmako sassamaṇabrāhmaṇī pajā sadevamanussā yebhuyyena samunnā tantākulakajātā kulagaṇṭhikajātā muñjapabbajabhūtā, apāyaṁ duggatiṁ vinipātaṁ saṁsāraṁ nātivattati …pe….
Santi, bhikkhave, jivhāviññeyyā rasā …pe… santi, bhikkhave, manoviññeyyā dhammā iṭṭhā kantā manāpā piyarūpā kāmūpasaṁhitā rajanīyā.
Ayaṁ vuccati, bhikkhave, ariyassa vinaye samuddo.
Etthāyaṁ sadevako loko samārako sabrahmako sassamaṇabrāhmaṇī pajā sadevamanussā yebhuyyena samunnā tantākulakajātā kulagaṇṭhikajātā muñjapabbajabhūtā apāyaṁ duggatiṁ vinipātaṁ saṁsāraṁ nātivattatīti.
Yassa rāgo ca doso ca,
Avijjā ca virājitā;
So imaṁ samuddaṁ sagāhaṁ sarakkhasaṁ,
Saūmibhayaṁ duttaraṁ accatari.
Saṅgātigo maccujaho nirupadhi,
Pahāsi dukkhaṁ apunabbhavāya;
Atthaṅgato so na puneti,
Amohayī maccurājanti brūmī”ti.
Dutiyaṁ.