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Om, to Jetsun Arya
Tara I bow down.
Homage to Tara, the Tare swift heroine,
Whose mantra Tuttare dispels all chaos,
And Ture, which fulfills all needs.
Svaha! To Tara I bow down.
Homage, Tara, swift,
heroic,
Eyes like lightning instantaneous,
Sprung from opening stamens
Of the lord of the three worlds' lotus face.
Homage, she whose
face combines
A hundred autumn moons at fullest!
Blazing with light rays resplendent
As a thousand constellations!
Homage, Golden One,
blue lotus
Water-born, in hand adorned,
Giving, effort, calm, austerities,
Patience, Mediation her field.
Homage, Crown of
Tathagatas,
She who goes in endless triumph,
Honored much by Bodhisattvas,
Having reached every perfection.
Homage, filling with
Tuttara-Hung
The regions and space quarters,
Trampling with her feet the seven worlds,
Able to draw forth all beings.
Homage, worshipped
by the all-lords,
Shakra, Agni, Brahma, Marut,
Honored by the hosts of spirits,
Corpse-raisers, gandharvas, yakshas.
Homage, with her
Trat and Phet sounds,
Crusher of foes' magic diagrams,
Placing her feet left out, right back,
Eyes all full of blazing fire.
Homage, Ture, very
dreadful,
Destroyer of Mara's champion,
She with frowning lotus visage
Is slayer of all enemies.
Homage, she adorned
with fingers
At her heart, in Three-Jewel mudra,
Her glorious wheel fills all directions
With great masses of her own light.
Homage, she of
swelling great joy,
Diadem emitting garlands,
Mirthful, laughing with Tuttare,
Subjugating maras, devas.
Homage, she able to
summon
All earth-guardians and their trains,
Shaking, frowning with Her HUNG-sign,
Saving from every misfortune.
Homage, crowning
locks adorned
With crescent diadem most shining,
From her hair-knot Amitabha
Shining with great light eternal.
Homage, she mid
wreath of flames
Like aeon-ending fire abiding,
Right leg outstretched, joy-producing,
Destroying the troops of enemies.
Homage, she who
smites the ground
With her palm, and with her foot beats it,
Frowning, with the letter HUNG
The seven underworlds she shatters.
Homage, happy,
virtuous, peaceful,
She whose field is peace, nirvana,
She endowed with Om and Soha,
Destroyer of the greatest evils.
Homage, she bound
round with joy,
Tearing foes' bodies asunder,
Luminous with the HUNG mantra,
Word-array of the ten-syllables.
Homage, Swift One,
the foot-stomper,
With for seed the letter HUNG's shape,
She who shakes the triple world
And Meru, Mandara and Kailash.
Homage, She in whose
hand rests
A deer-marked moon, of deva-lake form,
With twice-spoken Tara and Phet,
Totally dispelling poison.
Homage, She whom
god-host rulers,
Gods and Kinnaras do honor,
Joy-producing one, Her splendor
Conflicts and bad dreams dispelling.
Homage, She whose
eyes are bright
With radiance of sun and full moon,
With twice Hara and Tuttare
Driver-out of chronic fever.
Homage, full of
liberating power
By set of three realities,
Crushing crowds of spirits, yakshas,
And corpse-raisers, Supreme, Ture!
This is the praise
with basic Mantra,
The Twenty-one Great Homages.
Dedication
Through this virtue
may I swiftly achieve
The glorious state of Arya Tara,
And may all sentient beings without exception
Be placed in that very state.
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