pćan to wisdom transcendent

hail wisdom transcendent

unlimited unimagined

in form unblemished

the observant know perfection

 

pure unbounded soundless

as the entire universe

whoso knows you knows

him whose coming is also blessed

 

pity is what brought you those

who hail buddhadharmas

theirs o salutary one

is sovereignty peerless

 

pure in heart the revelation

of you makes them

they have won already

you who make fertile

 

the heroically compassionate

for the rest of humankind

are nourished by you as a mother

given birth and love

 

Buddhas teach the world

and are your pitying sons

thus you great lady

are the grandmother of us all

 

what is perfectly pure

surrounds you always

as stars the moon’s bow

sanctified you are utterly

 

they who walk in darkness

the Tathagatas tell

of you as one and many

various with many names

 

dew disappears when once

the sunbeams come

so theoretics depart

when you are known

 

you are frightening to those

who foolish see you fearfully

you are peace and succor

in the sight of the wise

 

there must be fondness for you

in anyone you save

or mother how would anyone

discern the rest of it?

 

you come from nowhere

don’t go anywhere

there is no dwelling place

where the sages have you

 

this is the way to see you

not and so find you

seeing you is freedom

not seeing you is freedom too

 

you bind the faithful

and the faithless

free the one

as well as the other

 

perfect is your fame

and mystery though hard to discern

you appear as semblances

and can’t be seen at all

 

all the Buddhas everywhere

and disciples seek you

who are the only path of holiness

there can be no other

 

they who save the world

for pity of ignorant men

speak of you by custom

and speak not of you

 

who on earth can praise you

in your featurelessness?

there are no words

nor means of approach

 

we do our best with common

coinage praising you

though it concerns you not

thus are we blessed

 

praise to wisdom transcendent

thus I raise in return

grant only that the world

become devoted to you peerless

 

Rahulabhadra (2nd c.)
tr. after Edward Conze