Raising the cloud of seeing and knowing in the sky of the root of the heart, shading the shine of the sun of desire,

I bow respectfully before the mighty ruler of dragons, the ruler with a loud voice, who can bring down the eagerly awaited rain of customs and make the kuśala-mūla of many vaineyikas swell, flourish and multiply.

I bow with respect to the heroic brave man who goes through six paths, rising and falling, without breaks, without support, in a long and tearful samsāra that has no beginning, and who endures more trouble than them in order to save the poor and hopeless creatures 45 from painful torment.

Since the highest truth is not capable of penetrating to the root of ceremony and learning it,

We are always striving unceasingly to bring eternal peace to those who are terrified by this temporary samsara, who wander in the path of their own interests, and who are influenced by their fate.

I bow down to him who rejoices.

With the flame of its root of penetration, it grasps and burns the impenetrable, thick forest of the addictive movements related to birth, completely and completely,

I bow with respect to the one who is famous everywhere with the name of fire, always bright jvala-prabhāsa, made of beautiful beads, full, round ore.

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