It's out of compassion, not a duty, that those who do not come back, give you a chance and stop for a short time to let others join a taste of joy that is beyond any tade, corruption, becoming, aging, sick ness and death.
When the last are gone, when you old illusional island, build on pride falls apart, where could you find firm refuge, where could you even find a places where Buddhafields are errected remembering the use of it right?
Be quick, your merits fade. It's not sure and hard to gain, a relation with the Noble Ones. Don't you see it, drunken in health, youth on life, foolish man. What you thought for real, where has it gone? Where is your fabricated Island now gone in this states of confusion, inbetween.
Don't be neglect, don't play with the Noble Ones!
You may be avoided by those living in borderland, who possible still have certain access.