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I bow down at the feet of Marpa Lho Draug. Oh, Father Guru! Pray grant me Your grace-wave and accomplishment. You, eight beauties of the Deva-realm, Have offered me white rice, the wondrous fruit of Dhyana (a state of deep meditation). Eating it my body is strengthened, and my mind enlivened. As a token of my gratitude, I sing this song of Dharma (True Teaching) to you. Now, lift up your ears, and listen to me carefully. Even though one reaches the highest Heaven of the white Devas, It has no permanent value and meaning! Lovable and touching are those flowers of youth in Heaven. But however pleasant it may seem to be, In the end comes separation. Although the bliss in Heaven seems to be very great, It is merely a deceitful mirage, a bewildering hallucination; In fact, it is the very cause of the return to suffering! Thinking of the miseries of the Six Realms in Samsara (migration and transmigration), I cannot help but have a feeling of disgust and aversion – A feeling of anguish and distressed emotion! Should you intend to practice the teaching of Buddha, You must take refuge in the Three Precious Ones and pray to them. Sentient beings in the Six Realms You should consider as your parents. Give to the poor, and offer to the Guru! For the benefit of all, dedicate your merits.
