Now this, monks, is the noble truth about Ill:

Birth is Ill, decay is Ill, sickness is Ill, death is Ill: likewise sorrow and grief, woe, lamentation and despair. To be conjoined with things which we dislike: to be separated from things which we like, – that also is Ill. Not to get what one wants, – that also is Ill. In a word, this body, this fivefold mass which is based on grasping, – that is Ill.

Now this, monks, is the noble truth about the arising of Ill:

It is that craving that leads to birth, along with the love and the lust that lingers longingly now here, now there: namely the craving for sensual pleasure, the craving to be born again, the craving for existence to end. Such, monks, is the noble truth about the arising of Ill.

And this, monks, is the noble truth about the ceasing of Ill:

Verily it is the utter passionless cessation of, the giving up, the forsaking, the release from, the absence of longing for this craving.

Now this, monks, is the noble truth about the practice that leads to the ceasing of Ill:

Verily it is this noble eightfold way, to wit: right view, right aim, right speech, right action, right living, right effort, right mindfulness, right concentration.