For countless kalpas mired in dust and grime,
In beastly forms grazing on wild grasses,
You led, I followed down the shadowed path,
Turning from enlightenment to drown in suffering's wheel.
Now turning back, escaping the Six Realms,
Cleansing heart and mind, drinking nectar of rebirth,
Wielding whip and staff on the path of light,
Leaving defilements far—Nirvana's realm attained.
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