Sitting atop a lotus pedestal,
The body is the colour of gold.
A splendour which is peerless,
Shining around a hundred worlds.
Wide as the seas, eyes pure and clear,
Shining in brilliance, by transformation.
In nine lotus stages towards the farthest shore,
Towards liberation.
As the lotus does not touch the water,
As sun and moon do not stop in space.
Amid all worldly paths, I will be freed.
Before the Lions Among Men,
With body, mouth, and mind entirely pure...
Givers of Sight, Givers of Life.
Liberated, Liberators.
I, here and now,
No longer seek the body of a god.
The afflictions that are the bondages
Are just like the silkworm's cocoon.
Why would anyone with Wisdom
Be content in this place?
This body is a collection of sorrows
All of which are impure.
Before the All-Seeing Ones,
The Light, the Help, the Refuge, the Resting-Place.
Givers of Shelter, Givers of Knowledge.
Enlightened, Enlighteners.
Reverence to those upon the Path of Perfection.
Reverence to those who have conquered Fear.