gray hairs do not make a master.

1. Desire never crosses the path
   Of virtuous and wakeful men.
    
2. Can you hide from your own mischief.
   Not in the sky,
   Not in the midst of the ocean,
   Nor deep in the mountains,
   Nowhere
    
3. Cross over to the father shore,
   Beyond life and death.
   Do your thoughts trouble you?
   Does passion disturb you?
   Beware of this thirstiness
   Lest your wishes become desires
   And desire binds you.
   Quieten your mind.
    
4. If the traveller cannot find
   Master or friend to go with him,
   Let him travel alone
   Rather than with a fool for company.
    
5. How easy it is to see your brother's faults,
   How hard it is to face your own.
    
6. Gray hairs do not make a master.
   A man may grow old in vain.