← Saṃyutta NikāyaSNP3.8Anthology of Discourses 3.8SuttaCentral (Bhikkhu Sujato translation)Select any verse to keep it — saved passages go to your Dhamma Deck, the same one the app uses.Anthology of Discourses 3.8The DartUnforeseen and unknownis the extent of this mortal life—hard and shortand bound to pain.There is no way thatthose born will not die.On reaching old age death follows:such is the nature of living creatures.As ripe fruitare always in danger of falling,so mortals once bornare always in danger of death.As clay potsmade by a potterall end up being broken,so is the life of mortals.Young and old,foolish and wise—all go under the sway of death;all are destined to die.When those overcome by deathleave this world for the next,a father cannot protect his son,nor relatives their kin.See how, while relatives look on,wailing profusely,mortals are led away one by one,like a cow to the slaughter.And so the world is strickenby old age and by death.That is why the attentive do not grieve,for they understand the way of the world.For one whose path you do not know—not whence they came nor where they went—you lament in vain,seeing neither end.If a bewildered person,lamenting and self-harming,could extract any good from that,then those who see clearly would do the same.For not by weeping and wailingwill you find peace of heart.It just gives rise to more suffering,and distresses your body.Growing thin and pale,you hurt yourself.It does nothing to help the dead:your lamentation is in vain.Unless a person gives up grief,they fall into suffering all the more.Bewailing those whose time has come,you fall under the sway of grief.See, too, other folk departingto fare after their deeds;fallen under the sway of death,beings flounder while still here.For whatever you imagine it is,it turns out to be something else.Such is separation:see the way of the world!Even if a human livesa hundred years or more,they are parted from their family circle,they leave this life behind.Therefore, having learned from the Perfected One,dispel lamentation.Seeing the dead and departed, think:“I cannot escape this.”As one would extinguisha blazing refuge with water,so too an attentive one—a wise,astute, and skilled person—would swiftly blow away grief that comes up,like the wind a tuft of cotton.One who seeks their own happinesswould pluck out the dart from themselves—the wailing and moaning,and sadness inside.With dart plucked out, unattached,having found peace of mind,overcoming all sorrow,one is sorrowless and quenched.