For hundreds of millions of kalpas, mired in mud and dust
Covered in fur and horns, grazing on wild grass
You led me and I pulled you, walking dark roads
Turning away from awakening, merging with dust, drowning in the wheel of suffering
Now, turning back, I escape the six realms of rebirth
Washing the heart and changing the face, drinking the sweet nectar
Wielding the whip and staff on the road of light
Far from dust, free from defilement, toward the city of nirvāṇa
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