Repentance Litany to Manas

I repent of myself   from beginningless time   until this present life     

Never once ceasing   stealing all the treasures   of the Buddha

Foolish, deluded, and arrogant   taking them as my own   calculating everywhere

Grasping at 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 the nurturing grace   because of grasping   never having escaped

The deep pit of karmic obstructions   impoverished life after life   suffering birth after birth

I repent of myself   from beginningless time   until this present life

Discriminating everything   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 do   all deeds   grasping that I can discern    

all principles of dharma   grasping that I can achieve   virtue supreme and peerless

Only today do I know   that in truth I myself   am nothing at all   

I repent of myself   from beginningless time   until this present life

Grasping my faculties and body   grasping my material world   grasping my superknowledges    

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

Grasping my liberating sentient beings   only today do I know   that in truth I myself   

am capable of nothing   From the past   I falsely grasped at the worldly

Until now   I have falsely grasped at the transcendent   such false grasping      

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

While hoping for a prediction   the thieving mind does not die   when can I ever 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 my heart and transform my countenance     

Reform my faults and renew myself   returning everything   that is not mine

Naked and bare, pure and free   moving at ease in spontaneity   departing in nonaction