"Dear Lord! what should I gain by adorning this body? Would not putting ornaments on it be like painting the outside of a sepulchre?"
"My dear!" replied the young nobleman, "if you think this body so sinful, why don't you become a nun?"
"If you grant me leave, dear husband, I will take the vows this day!"
"Very well, then; I will get you ordained," said he. And giving a donation at a great cost, he took her, with
It is filled inside — the trunk is filled — With liver, and with abdomen; With heart and lungs, kidney and spleen; With mucus, matter, sweat, and fat; With blood, and grease, and bile, and marrow. And from each of its nine orifices Impurity flows ever down: Rheum from the eye, wax from the ear, From the nose mucus, vomit from the mouth; And bile and phlegm do both come out From the perspiring, dirty frame. Its hollow head, too, is but filled With the nerve-substance of the brain. Yet the fool, whom dullness never leaves, lie thinks it beautiful and bright. The body causes endless ills; — Resembles just a upas-tree; The dwelling-place of all disease, Is but a mass of misery. Were the inside of this body Only visible without, One would have to take a stick in hand To save oneself from crows and dogs! Evil-smelling and impure, The body's like a filthy corpse; Despised by those who've eyes to see, It's only praised by those who're fools!
