In harvesting of evil deeds, the human race is busy; And the doing so is to taste the pangs of Hell... The piling up of wealth is the piling up of others' property; What one thus storeth formeth but provision for one's enemies.
I wash off scandal by devotion true; And by zeal, I satisfy the Deities.
By compassion, I subdue the demons; All blame I scatter to the wind, And upward turn my face.
Milarepa's sublime state is captured in this portrait. Parted lips suggest the singing of the songs for which he is famed throughout Tibet. The skull cup that he holds in his left hand is a symbol of the transient nature of existence, which Milarepa came so profoundly to understand.
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