For a person of unsteady mind, not knowing true Dhamma, serenity set adrift: discernment doesn't grow full.

For a person of unsoddened mind, unassaulted awareness, abandoning merit & evil, wakeful, there is no danger no fear.

Knowing this body is like a clay jar, securing this mind like a fort, attack Mara with the spear of discernment, then guard what's won without settling there, without laying claim.

All too soon, this body will lie on the ground cast off, bereft of consciousness, like a useless scrap of wood.