286-289*²⁸⁸:

'Here I'll stay for the rains.
Here, for the summer & winter.'
So imagines the fool,
unaware of obstructions.

That drunk-on-his-sons-&-cattle man,
all tangled up in the mind:
death sweeps him away --
    as a great flood,
    a village asleep.
There are     no sons
    to give shelter,
        no father,
        no family
for one seized by the Ender,
    no shelter among kin.

    Conscious
of this compelling reason,
the wise man, restrained by virtue,
should make the path pure
    -- right away --
that goes all the way to Unbinding.