Old Age

Behold this beautiful body, a mass of sores, a heaped-up (lump), diseased, much thought of, in which nothing lasts, nothing persists. ( DHAMMAPADA 147 )

Thoroughly worn out is this body,

a nest of diseases, perishable.

This putrid mass breaks up.

Truly, life ends in death. (148)

Even ornamented royal chariots wear out.

So too the body reaches old age.

But the Dhamm of the Good grows not old.

Thus do the Good reveal it among the Good. (151)