O Son of the sweet speech of the greatest Teachers,
Brightly burning countenance that cools the red of the fire of ignorance,
Face of young Light, that shall behold undimmed
Time, placing wrinkles on the face of time for many years to come,
As a cool cloud covers a parched hill,
So you have covered me with great loving-kindness,
Who are yourself the consummation of all great Truths and Wisdom,
Destiny’s darling, she can refuse you nothing.
Go on your assignment and be victorious,
Begotten son of the greatest Masters of Light,
What karma has embossed in your DNA nobody can alter,
What karma has not written shall never be,
So go forth and accomplish your purpose.
In the past you have delayed your own Nirvana,
To preserve the sweetness of your discoveries,
For propounding the Highest Truth,
To make the fairest Teachings in praise of the Unexcelled Nirvana.
Rare and rarer innate gifts shall befall you,
Granted before you had the unexcelled wit,
To single-mindedly serve and learn from the best Teachers of Enlightenment,
Their kindness for you was more than you could bear,
Walk on light-hearted,
Caring with a universally same compassion,
And carrying nothing except the discus of Nirvana.