You, of little dust in your eyes…
Go for refuge to the Buddha.
Go for refuge to the dharma.
Go for refuge to the sangha.
Thus, open the doors to the Deathless,
To ascend the palace of the dharma.
And by craving's ceasing freed,
Become all transcended… a knower of all.
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Above this human breed, engulfed in sorrow.
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Above this word that has become blind.
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Thus, beat the drum of the Deathless,
To set in motion the wheel of the dharma.
And with fires quenched and extinguished,
Become all vanquisher… renouncing all.
Go for refuge to the Buddha.
Go for refuge to the dharma.
Go for refuge to the sangha.
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Between perception and non-perception.
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Between Gaya and Enlightenment.
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Go for refuge to the Buddha.
Go for refuge to the dharma.
Go for refuge to the sangha.
You, who seek the Truth…
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