To Kokāliya on the Results of Slander · Translation: Bhikkhu Sujato, SuttaCentral
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“Purisassa hi jātassa, kuṭhārī jāyate mukhe; Yāya chindati attānaṁ, bālo dubbhāsitaṁ bhaṇaṁ.
“A person is born with an axe in their mouth. A fool cuts themselves with it when they say bad words.
Yo nindiyaṁ pasaṁsati, Taṁ vā nindati yo pasaṁsiyo; Vicināti mukhena so kaliṁ, Kalinā tena sukhaṁ na vindati.
When you praise someone worthy of criticism, or criticize someone worthy of praise, you choose a losing hand with your own mouth: you’ll never find happiness that way.
Appamatto ayaṁ kali, Yo akkhesu dhanaparājayo; Sabbassāpi sahāpi attanā, Ayameva mahattaro kali; Yo sugatesu manaṁ padosaye.
A losing hand at dice is a trivial thing, if all you lose is your money and all you own, even yourself. What’s a really terrible hand is to hate the holy ones.
Sataṁ sahassānaṁ nirabbudānaṁ, Chattiṁsati pañca ca abbudāni; Yamariyagarahī nirayaṁ upeti, Vācaṁ manañca paṇidhāya pāpakaṁ.
For a hundred thousand times a hundred million, times five hundred and thirty-six times a thousand times ten million years a slanderer of noble ones goes to hell, having aimed bad words and thoughts at them.
Abhūtavādī nirayaṁ upeti, Yo vāpi katvā na karomicāha; Ubhopi te pecca samā bhavanti, Nihīnakammā manujā parattha.
A liar goes to hell, as does one who denies what they did. Both are equal in the hereafter, those men of base deeds.
Yo appaduṭṭhassa narassa dussati, Suddhassa posassa anaṅgaṇassa; Tameva bālaṁ pacceti pāpaṁ, Sukhumo rajo paṭivātaṁva khitto.
Whoever wrongs a man who has done no wrong, a pure man who has not a blemish, the evil backfires on the fool, like fine dust thrown upwind.
Yo lobhaguṇe anuyutto, So vacasā paribhāsati aññe; Asaddho kadariyo avadaññū, Macchari pesuṇiyaṁ anuyutto.
One addicted to the way of greed, abuses others with their speech, faithless, miserly, uncharitable, stingy, addicted to backbiting.
Mukhadugga vibhūta anariya, Bhūnahu pāpaka dukkaṭakāri; Purisanta kalī avajāta, Mā bahubhāṇidha nerayikosi.
Foul-mouthed, divisive, ignoble, a baby-killer, wicked, wrongdoer, worst of men, cursed, base-born— quiet now, for you are bound for hell.
Rajamākirasī ahitāya, Sante garahasi kibbisakārī; Bahūni duccaritāni caritvā, Gacchasi kho papataṁ cirarattaṁ.
You stir up dust, causing harm, when you, sinner, malign the good. Having done many bad deeds, you’ll go to the pit for a long time.
Na hi nassati kassaci kammaṁ, Eti hataṁ labhateva suvāmi; Dukkhaṁ mando paraloke, Attani passati kibbisakārī.
For no one’s deeds are ever lost, they return to their owner. In the next life that stupid sinner sees suffering in themselves.
Ayosaṅkusamāhataṭṭhānaṁ, Tiṇhadhāramayasūlamupeti; Atha tattaayoguḷasannibhaṁ, Bhojanamatthi tathā patirūpaṁ.
They approach the place of impalement, with its iron spikes, sharp blades, and iron stakes. Then there is the food, which appropriately, is like a red-hot iron ball.
Na hi vaggu vadanti vadantā, Nābhijavanti na tāṇamupenti; Aṅgāre santhate sayanti, Ginisampajjalitaṁ pavisanti.
For the speakers speak not sweetly, they don’t hurry there, or find shelter. They lie upon a spread of coals, they enter a blazing mass of fire.
Jālena ca onahiyāna, Tattha hananti ayomayakuṭebhi; Andhaṁva timisamāyanti, Taṁ vitatañhi yathā mahikāyo.
Wrapping them in a net, they strike them there with iron hammers. They come to blinding darkness, which spreads about them like a fog.
Atha lohamayaṁ pana kumbhiṁ, Ginisampajjalitaṁ pavisanti; Paccanti hi tāsu cirarattaṁ, Agginisamāsu samuppilavāte.
Next they enter a copper pot, a blazing mass of fire. There they roast for a long time, writhing in the masses of fire.
Atha pubbalohitamisse, Tattha kiṁ paccati kibbisakārī; Yaṁ yaṁ disakaṁ adhiseti, Tattha kilissati samphusamāno.
Then the sinner roasts there in a mixture of pus and blood. No matter where they settle, everything they touch there hurts them.
Puḷavāvasathe salilasmiṁ, Tattha kiṁ paccati kibbisakārī; Gantuṁ na hi tīramapatthi, Sabbasamā hi samantakapallā.
The sinner roasts in worm-infested water. There’s not even a shore to go to, for all around are the same kind of pots.
Asipattavanaṁ pana tiṇhaṁ, Taṁ pavisanti samucchidagattā; Jivhaṁ balisena gahetvā, Ārajayārajayā vihananti.
They enter the Sword-Leaf Forest, so sharp they cut their body to pieces. Having grabbed the tongue with a hook, they stab it, slashing back and forth.
Atha vetaraṇiṁ pana duggaṁ, Tiṇhadhārakhuradhāramupenti; Tattha mandā papatanti, Pāpakarā pāpāni karitvā.
Then they approach the impassable Vetaraṇī River, with its sharp blades, its razor blades. Dullards fall into it, the wicked who have done wicked deeds.
Khādanti hi tattha rudante, Sāmā sabalā kākolagaṇā ca; Soṇā siṅgālā paṭigiddhā, Kulalā vāyasā ca vitudanti.
There dogs all brown and spotted, and raven flocks, and greedy jackals devour them as they wail, while hawks and crows attack them.
Kicchā vatayaṁ idha vutti, Yaṁ jano phusati kibbisakārī; Tasmā idha jīvitasese, Kiccakaro siyā naro na cappamajje.
Hard, alas, is the life here that sinners endure. That’s why for the rest of this life a person ought do their duty without fail.
Te gaṇitā vidūhi tilavāhā, Ye padume niraye upanītā; Nahutāni hi koṭiyo pañca bhavanti, Dvādasa koṭisatāni punaññā.
Experts have counted the loads of sesame as compared to the Pink Lotus hell. For there are five times ten thousand times ten million, plus another twelve hundred times ten million years—
Yāva dukhā nirayā idha vuttā, Tatthapi tāva ciraṁ vasitabbaṁ; Tasmā sucipesalasādhuguṇesu, Vācaṁ manaṁ satataṁ parirakkhe”ti. Kokālikasuttaṁ dasamaṁ.
as painful as life is said to be in hell, that’s how long one must dwell there. That’s why, for those who are pure, well-behaved, full of good qualities, one should always guard one’s speech and mind.”
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