Birth is suffering.
Aging is suffering.
Disease is suffering.
Death is suffering.
I am separated from those I love.
I seek what I want but do not find it.
I encounter the unpleasant at every step.
Making my body the chariot,
my calves the horse, my arms the reins, my head the whip,
I drive myself south and pull myself north,
but not one of my aims is reached.