"From my heart I bow to the Holy Lady, essence of compassion,
the three unerring and precious places of refuge gathered into one:
until I gain the terrace of enlightenment
I pray you grasp me with the iron hook of your compassion.

From the depth of my inmost heart and bones I pray to you
(the Three Jewels bear witness this is not just from my mouth):
think of me a little, show me your smiling face,
loving one ! grant me the nectar of your voice.

Great lamas and little lamas fool us with their made-up teachings
or preach for money the Law that all things are impermanent,
Knowing nothing that they claim to know,
haughty in their concern for the eight worldly things.

But since I do not turn my mind to things of this shabby age
you are the chief of my lamas:
empower me, essence of love !
show the strength of your compassion, and think of me.

If I go for refuge, no Buddha would fool me,
yet seeing the evil practices of this shabby age
most Buddhas have passed away into peaceful repose:
some may have compassion, but what can they do ?

But since I have no other patron deity
you are the chief of my patron deities:
grant me the magical attainments, essence of love !
show the strength of your compassion, and think of me.

The protectors of the Law do not show their power,
despise those who evoke them, do not perform their function:
true, some wordly spirits, in pride at their ferocity,
will suffice for a while, but desert you in the end.

But since I do not turn my mind to other protectors
you are the chief of my protectors
fulfill your function essence of love !
show the strength of your compassion and think of me !

The name of wealth [nor] is the same as its meaning [nor "error"]:
it produces affliction and binds yo the world:
when it is time to die, unless you have True Wealth
can a wishing gem let you carry even a sesame seed ?

But since I do not turn my mind to illusory wealth
you are the chief of my wealth:
grant me my desires, essence of love !
show the strength of your compassion, and think of me.

You can't trust unvirtuous friends for even a day:
they pretend they are close to you
and all the while bear in mind the opposite:
they are friends when they wish and enemies when the don't.

But since I do not turn my mind to shabby friends
you are the chief of my friends:
be close to me, essence of love !
show the strength of your compassion, and think of me.

You are my lama, my patron, my protector,
my refuge, my dwelling, my wealth, my friends, my retinue;
since you are all things to me
let me achieve easily all that I wish.

Empower me to stop this willful mind of mine
and to awaken that compassion that does not weary
though I spend millions of lives
for the sake of each and every living being.

Empower me to root out the clinging that easts me into the world
and to understand the pure doctrine:
the deep difficult middle way
casting aside the errors of extremes.

Empower me to practice as a Bodhisattva, turned from the world,
dedicating all my virtue to the teachings and to living beings,
never for an instant thinking of my own happiness:
let me wish to attain Buddhahood for the sake of others.

Empower me to become quickly a son of the Conqueror,
able to keep the subtlest of the Conqueror's ordinances,
never to say "Oh the hell with it,"
rich with the True Wealth of faith.

Let me practice the outward rules of a Disciple
and inwardly believe in the deep Diamond Vehicle:
empower me to gain enlightenment quickly
by contemplating the path of the two Processes.

O holy Tara ! I give to you
myself and all who trust in me:
you are our owner: in the highest Pure Land
let us be born, set us there quickly with no births between.

With the iron hook of your compassionate skill in means
I pray you turn toward the Law the minds
of all beings, whoever they are: they have all been my mother,
the mother of one unable to follow the conqueror's teachings.

I recite this lament at the three times of the day
and think upon the holy Tara:
may all the beings who depend on me
be born again in the Pure Land they desire.

May the three precious Jewels
and the Holy Lady whose essence is compassion
cleave to me until I gain the terrace of enlightenment:
let me quickly conquer the realm of the four Mara's !"

   - "The Cult of Tara Magic and Ritual in Tibet" by Stephan Beyer p. 60-63

(it is said to say this 3 times a day)

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