Repentance Litany to Manas

I repent of myself, from beginningless time down to this present life

Never once ceasing to steal all the treasures of the Buddha

Foolish, deluded, and wild with arrogance, claiming them as my own, calculating at every turn

Clinging to everything, not knowing that everything is originally the Buddha

How could there be a self? Self and what belongs to self—seeing profit, forgetting righteousness

Not knowing gratitude and nurture; because of grasping, never once escaping

The deep pit of karmic obstructions—impoverished life after life, suffering existence after existence

I repent of myself, from beginningless time down to this present life

Discriminating everything and grasping it as self—self-view and self-conceit

Self-love and self-delusion, continual scrutiny and deliberation, imputed nature (parikalpita-svabhāva)

Grasping seeing as self, grasping hearing as self, grasping smelling as self

Grasping tasting as self, grasping touching as self, grasping consciousness as self

Grasping that I can perform all deeds, grasping that I can discern

All the principles of dharma, grasping that I can accomplish supreme and virtuous honor

Today I finally know: in truth, this self is nothing at all

I repent of myself, from beginningless time down to this present life

Grasping my faculties and body, grasping my material world, grasping my supernatural powers

Grasping my virtues and abilities, grasping my becoming a Buddha, grasping my propagating the Dharma

Grasping my saving of beings—today I finally know: in truth, this self

Is capable of nothing. From the past I falsely clung to the worldly

Until now, falsely clinging to the transcendent. Such false clinging—

I deeply perceive that the World-Honored One will not bestow a prediction upon me

Hoping for a prediction, the thieving mind never dies—when can I ascend

The unsurpassed jeweled throne? From now on, where shall I go, what shall I follow?

Thief or noble one—I must choose one: wash the heart clean and turn over a new leaf

Correct my faults and renew myself, return everything that is not mine

Pure, naked, bare and free, moving at ease in spontaneity, departing in nonaction