431 Arhat Jñānacakṣus (Eye of Wisdom)
The great river rolls on, flowing eastward, waves upon waves, crashing against the banks, as if confiding endless grievances to the wanderer in a foreign land, as if pleading with the distant traveler to return home soon.
For those who receive this verse, one is mostly forced by fate, laboring and rushing about in distant lands for many years, unable to serve parents or raise children. Money is essential for supporting a family, so one must earn it; family is the root of life, so one must care for it. Caught between these two dilemmas, one should carefully ponder. If life is manageable at home, why must one drift in a foreign land? Returning home in glory and settling down when old is good, but how many people have such fortune?