A few monks were sitting around one day talking about the Scriptures and how many times they had been translated. One monk decided to translate them for himself, so he went into the library and started to work. He was down there for hours, and the hours turned into days. No one saw him for quite some time, and the other monks began to wonder. Finally, one day, a fellow monk went to the library to look for him. When he found him, the monk that was translating the Scriptures was crying his eyes out, nothing like he had ever seen before. When he asked what was wrong, the monk told him, “It said ‘celebrate’, not ‘celibate’.