The Dhammapada in Scots Chapter In The Twasam Verses Verse In O experiences,
Are preceded by intention.
He intention,
For their maester,
And their bigot be intention.
Can a biddy speak,
Or ack with a polluted intention?
Do all fallies a hint them,
Like as the wheel,
The cliff,
Or the ox?
Verse Twa O experiences,
Are preceded by intention.
He intention,
For their maester,
And their bigot be intention.
Can a biddy speak,
Or ack with a purified intention?
Blythness fallies a hint them,
Like as a shadow,
That disnae peart.
Verse Three He backhashed me,
He scalped me,
He beat me,
He reaved me,
For them as had ticht To sick thoughts.
Hate is nae calmed.
Verse Four He backhashed me,
He scalped me,
He beat me,
He reaved me,
For them as lacks Sick thoughts.
Hate is calmed.
Verse Five For never in this world Is hate calmed behate.
Belove is hate calmed.
Thus it I is.
Verse Six Ithers dinnae understand,
That awe here man dee.
But them that dey understand this,
Their argie bargain,
Is thereby calmed.
Verse Seven Them who abide Addict to pleasant things,
With senses unstint,
Immoderate with food,
Swear and virless,
Thon marra dings doon,
As the wind Coups our affushionless tree.
Verse Eight Them who dinna abide Addict to pleasant things,
With senses stinted,
Moderate with food,
Thon marra canna ding doon,
As the wind Disnae cope our accraggy ben.
Verse Nine Yin that would wear The ochre-stained robe,
But isnae stainless theirselves,
And lacks truth And aurance of theirselves,
They are no worthy Of thon ochre robe.
Verse Ten Yin that stride out their stains,
Weel settled into good ways,
And haze truth And aurance of theirselves,
They are adeed Worthy o' the ochre robe.
Verse Eleven When ye believe that what disnae mater Is important,
And see what dis mater As unimportant,
Rang thochts are yer hame gers,
And ye dinna obtien What maters.
Verse Twelve When ye ken that important things mater,
And that unimportant things dinna mater,
Rang thochts are yer hame gers,
And ye dinna obtien What maters.
Verse Thirteen As ren soups an ill thicket hoos,
Say desire Soups an ill developed hert,
Verse Fourteen As ren soups an ill thicket hoos,
Say desire Soups an ill developed hert.
Verse Fifteen He grieves a dist,
He grieves a yont,
The dare o' ill Grieves in beth places,
He grieves an grummles,
He an seen his ane skinkin dudes.
Verse Sixteen He rejoices a dist,
He rejoices a yont,
The dare o' good Rejoices in beth places,
He rejoices an celebrates,
He an seen his ane pure deeds.
Verse Seventeen He brens a dist,
He brens a yont,
The dare o' ill Brens in beth places,
He brens with a thocht,
I've done ill,
Gang an an ill gate,
He brens even mer.
Verse Eighteen He delichts a dist,
He delichts a yont,
The dare o' good Delichts in beth places,
He delicts with a thocht,
I've done good,
Gang an a good gate,
He delicts even mer.
Verse Nineteen Ane that recites Many scripters,
But does not ack In accord with them,
Thon three of this buddy Is like tae a herdloon Coont in ither sky,
He misses out on the blessings O' the haily life.
Verse Twenty Gan a buddy recite But a wheen o' scripter,
Yet bide in accord With the dharma,
Hean forleet Craven,
Hatred And delusion,
Canan a recht O' a herd weel freed,
Clican tae nocht A dist o' a yont,
Sicken hean does nae miss out On the blessings O' the haily life.
