Ho ༔
All worlds, all beings, all strife, all peace throughout ༔
Upon a single ground, two paths, two fruits ༔
Are knowing and not knowing’s conjured play ༔
Through Kuntuzangpo’s aspiration prayer ༔
In dharmadhātu’s palace most sublime ༔
May all arise as perfectly awake ༔
Uncompounded is the ground of all ༔
A vast self-sprung, ineffable expanse ༔
Of names “samsāra” and “nirvāna” void ༔
Knowing such is buddhahood indeed ༔
Unknowing, beings wander without end ༔
May every being of the triple realm ༔
See the suchness of the signless ground ༔
Kuntuzangpo, I the Ever-Good ༔
Know: the suchness of this uncaused ground ༔
Upon that very ground it freely dawns ༔
No here, no there, no more, no less, unstained ༔
Unmarred by veils of stupor’s shade, unmarked ༔
Flawless, then, what naturally appears ༔
To that awareness which is self-awake ༔
The fall of all the worlds would hold no fear ༔
Nor want for all the pleasures there may be ༔
In this clear knowing, self-sprung and unwrought ༔
No solid form, nor vicious venoms five ༔
Wakeful ever-present lucid flow ༔
In nature one, in pristine wisdom five ༔
These pristine wisdoms ripen as they are ༔
And bloom as primal buddha-kind’s quintet ༔
From there it surges: wisdom’s boundless swell ༔
Two and forty buddhas manifest ༔
Rolling out of wisdoms’ potent play ༔
Sixty herukas, unleashed, emerge ༔
Ground awareness, then, was never dazed ༔
As such, and so, the primal buddha, I ༔
Cast abroad this aspiration prayer ༔
That every being of this triple realm ༔
Self-born awareness comes to know again ༔
That mighty wisdom perfectly unfurls ༔
My emanations issue on and on ༔
In myriad numbers, legions beyond thought ༔
Taming beings each by apt display ༔
My noble-hearted aspiration prayer ༔
Shall impel all wand’rers to desert ༔
Their six old haunts throughout this triple realm ༔
Beings, bewitched, for all of them, at first ༔
Awareness of the ground did not arise ༔
And so it is, this errant, witless daze ༔
Is itself delusion’s ’witching spell ༔
The instant it is cast, a fainting turn ༔
Stirs up a hazy sense of panicked fear ༔
The self is born and all else then a threat ༔
Latent spores begin to creep and spread ༔
Saṃsāra gradually unfolds and forms ༔
And so those vicious venoms five are spawned ༔
Then ceaseless flows the stream of poisoned deeds ༔
Therefore, unaware oblivion ༔
Is the ground of error in all minds ༔
By the power of my wakeful prayer ༔
May all of knowing see and know itself ༔
Coemergent ignorance: innate ༔
Unknowing-knowing, unaware and lost ༔
And then, imaginative ignorance ༔
Conceiving self and all else as distinct ༔
These two modes of ignorance therefore ༔
Are the ground of error in all minds ༔
By the power of my wakeful prayer ༔
The dark fog of forgetting, may it be ༔
Dispelled from every ever-wheeling mind ༔
And may the bind of self and else untie ༔
That the natural face of knowing show ༔
With fluctuating mind of I and else ༔
Faint fixations form now and arise ༔
Karmic patterns deepen and evolve ༔
Fine food, and wealth, attire, homes, and friends ༔
Five sense pleasures, all beloved kin ༔
Tortured by vain thirsting for all these ༔
Such mad confusion haunts the worldly mind ༔
Ensnared in endless deeds of I and else ༔
When craving ripens, clinging bears its fruit ༔
Born are starving wraiths, tormented by ༔
The mis’ry of their cruel and ceaseless thirst ༔
By the power of my wakeful prayer ༔
May those caught, entranced by such desire ༔
Not discard the torment of this snare ༔
Nor indulge the power of its sway ༔
But knowing, in its own place, just let be ༔
Then there, let natural wakefulness remain ༔
That discerning wisdom be attained ༔
The things that seemingly appear without ༔
Stir forth the subtle mind of fear within ༔
Latent hatred spreads, aggression shows ༔
A world of foes to hammer and destroy ༔
When hatred ripens, anger bears its fruit ༔
O the scalding agonies of hell ༔
By the power of my wakeful prayer ༔
When the thought of violent hatred dawns ༔
For all minds distorted in six ways ༔
Not shun, not take, releasing in that place ༔
Just there, let natural wakefulness remain ༔
That mirror-lucid wisdom be attained ༔
The haughty mind, so bloated with conceit ༔
For others, only envy and disdain ༔
When rampant thoughts of arrogance run wild ༔
The grief of endless quarrel and dispute ༔
The deeds of rivalry then bear their fruit ༔
As birth to high estate to ruin bound ༔
By the power of my wakeful prayer ༔
May all minds disfigured with conceit ༔
Let knowing be resolved right then and there ༔
Just there, let natural wakefulness remain ༔
That the face of evenness be seen ༔
Deep-etched patterns grasping self and else ༔
The first adored, the other scorned—what strife ༔
Clash and conflict then impels the birth ༔
Of realms of vying tyrants cursed with war ༔
Whose raging end: a certain plunge to hell ༔
By the power of my wakeful prayer ༔
May all minds in enmity enmeshed ༔
See not a world of foes, but self-release ༔
And there, let knowing naturally remain ༔
That unimpeded action-wisdom flow ༔
Distracted, blithe, and wholly unaware ༔
Dim and dull, forgetful of its state ༔
Lazy, senseless, ignorant—the fruit ༔
Birth as a beast, protectorless and stray ༔
By the power of my wakeful prayer ༔
May the lucid light of knowing glow ༔
Shine radiant throughout the dullest mind ༔
That unstained, artless wisdom be attained ༔
Every being of the triple realm ༔
Is as I, the Buddha, ground of all ༔
Yet mired in the ground of mindless daze ༔
Confused, they spend their lives in vain pursuit ༔
Six karmas drive their fevered, frantic dreams ༔
I am the Buddha, from the first awake ༔
For to tame all beings by myriad plays ༔
Through this aspiration, ever-good ༔
May all beings, leaving none aside ༔
Awaken to the inmost dhātu’s sphere ༔
A ho ༔
If now, a mighty yogi from within ༔
Unconfused, self-lucid wakefulness ༔
Should speak aloud—this almighty prayer ༔
Then all those who may fall within its sound ༔
Shall within three lives come full awake ༔
At times when sun or moon are in eclipse ༔
When howling sounds or earthquakes come about ༔
At solstice and the turning of the year ༔
If we as Ever-Good arise to speak ༔
And sound aloud this prayer for all to hear ༔
Then by the power of our yogi’s prayer ༔
May all the beings of the triple realm ༔
Steadily from all their woe be freed ༔
And at last awakened buddhas be ༔