If it were not for the Ark of Mercy, the divine promise of the
Infinite Wisdom,
How should I cross the Ocean of Misery?
332. I, whose mind is filled with cunning and deceit as the poison of reptiles, am impotent to practise righteous deeds.
If I sought not refuge in the gift of our Father, I should die the death of the shameless.
333. It is a token of this evil age that in this world the priests, together with the people,
In secret serve strange gods,
While bearing the appearance of the devout sons of Buddha.
334. Sad and corrupt is it that the priests and people, following after the superstitions of auspicious times and days, seek sooth-saying and festivals
And worship the gods of heaven and earth.
335. Though I have heard that the names of priest and monk are honourable,