Wheel of Sharp Weapons PArt II Dharmaraksita

(40) When success in our practices always eludes us,

This is the wheel of sharp weapons returning

Full circle upon us from wrongs we have done.

Till now, deep within, we have clung to our ego,

Fully immersed in self-cherishing ways;

Hereafter let’s dedicate all of the virtuous

Actions we do, so that others may thrive.

 

(41) When our mind is untamed though we act with great virtue,

This is the wheel of sharp weapons returning

Full circle upon us from wrongs we have done.

Till now we have engaged in those worldly ambitions

That aim at success for ourselves in this life;

Hereafter let’s work with pure one-pointed effort

To nourish the wish to gain freedom’s far shore.

 

(42) When after we do any virtuous action

We feel deep regret or we doubt its effect,

This is the wheel of sharp weapons returning

Full circle upon us from wrongs we have done.

Till now we have been fickle and, stirred by base motives,

Have courted only those who had power or wealth;

Hereafter let’s act with complete self-awareness,

Exerting great care in the way we make friends.

 

(43) When those with ambition repay trusting friendship

By luring us on with their devious schemes,

This is the wheel of sharp weapons returning

Full circle upon us from wrongs we have done.

Till now from ambition we have acted with arrogance,

Hereafter let’s dampen our self-centred pride.

 

(44) When the force of attraction or that of repulsion

Colours whatever we hear or we say,

This is the wheel of sharp weapons returning

Full circle upon us from wrongs we have done.

Till now we have ignored what has caused all our troubles:

The mass of delusion that dwells in our heart;

Hereafter let’s try to abandon all hindrances

Note their arisal, examine them wed.

 

(45) When no matter how well-meant our actions towards others,

They always elicit a hostile response,

This is the wheel of sharp weapons returning

Full circle upon us from wrongs we have done.

Till now we have repaid loving-kindness with malice;

Hereafter let’s always accept others’ favours

Both graciously and with most humble respect.

 

(46) In short then, whenever unfortunate suffering

We haven’t desired crash upon us like thunder,

This is the same as the smith who had taken

His life with a sword he had fashioned himself

Our suffering is the wheel of sharp weapons returning

Full circle upon us from wrong we have done.

Hereafter let’s always have care and awareness

Never to act in non-virtuous ways.

 

(47) All of the sufferings that we have endured

In the lives we have led in the three lower states,

As well as our pains of the present and future,

Are the same as the case of the forger of arrows

Who later was killed by an arrow he had made.

Our suffering is the wheel of sharp weapons returning

Full circle upon us from wrong we have done.

Hereafter let’s always have care and awareness

Never to act in non-virtuous ways.

 

(48) When the troubles and worries of family life grieve us,

This is the same as the case of a child

Who was cared for with love later killing his parents.

Our suffering is the wheel of sharp weapons returning

Full circle upon us from wrong we have done.

Hereafter it is fitting in all of our lifetimes

For us to live purely as monks or as nuns.

 

(49) As it’s true what I have said about self-centred interest,

I recognise clearly my enemy now.

I recognise clearly the bandit who plunders,

The liar who lures by pretending he is part of me;

Oh what relief that I have conquered this doubt!

 

 

(50) And so Yamantaka spin round with great power

The wheel of sharp weapons of good actions now.

Three times turn it round, in your wrathful-like aspect-

Your legs set apart for the two grader of truth,

With your eyes blazing open for wisdom and means.

 

(51) Baring your fangs of the four great opponents,

Devour the foe-our cruel selfish concern!

With your powerful mantra of cherishing others,

Demolish this enemy lurking within!

 

(52) Frantically running through life’s tangled jungle,

We are chased by sharp weapons of wrongs we have done

Returning upon us; we are out of control

This sly, deadly villain-the selfishness in us,

Deceiving ourselves and all others a well-

Capture him, capture him, fierce Yamantaka,

Summon this enemy, bring him forth now!

 

(53) Batter him, batter him, rip out the heart

Of our grasping for ego, our love for ourselves!

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head

Of this treacherous concept of selfish concern!

Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher

Who slaughters our chance to gain final release!

 

(54) Hum! Ham! Show all your powers, O mighty protector.

Dza! Dza! Tie up this enemy; do not let him loose.

P’a! P’a! {17} Set us free by your might, O great Lord over Death

Cut! Cut! Break the knot of self-interest that binds us inside.

 

(55) Appear Yamantaka, O wrathful protector;

I have further entreaties to make of you still.

This sack of five poisons, mistakes and delusions,

Drags us down in the quicksand of life’s daily toil-

Cut it off, cut it off, rip it to shreds!

 

(56) We are drawn to the sufferings of miserable rebirths,

Yet mindless of pain, we go after its cause.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head

Of this treacherous concept of selfish concern,

Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher

Who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

 

(57) We have high expectations of speedy attainments,

Yet do not wish to work at the practice involved.

We have many fine projects we plan to accomplish,

Yet none of them ever are done in the end.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head

Of this treacherous concept of selfish concern,

Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher

Who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

 

(58) Our wish to be happy is strong at all times,

Yet we do not gather merit to yield this result.

We have little endurance for hardship and suffering,

Yet ruthlessly push for the things we desire.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head

Of this treacherous concept of selfish concern,

Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher

Who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

 

(59) With comparative ease, we develop new friendships,

Yet since we are callous, not one of them lasts.

We are filled with desire for food and fine clothing,

Yet failing to earn them, we steal and we scheme.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head

Of this treacherous concept of selfish concern,

Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher

Who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

 

(60) We are experts as flattering others for favours,

Yet always complaining, we are sad and depressed.

The money we have gathered we cannot bear to part with;

Like misers we hoard it and feel we are poor.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head

Of this treacherous concept of selfish concern,

Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher

Who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

 

(61) We have done very little to benefit someone,

Yet always remind him how much we have done.

We have never accomplished a thing in our lifetime,

Yet boasting and bragging, we are filled with conceit.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head

Of this treacherous concept of selfish concern,

Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher

Who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

 

(62) We have many great masters and teachers to guide us

Yet shirking our duty, ignore what they teach.

We have many disciples, yet do not met help them;

We cannot be bothered to give that advice.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head

Of this treacherous concept of selfish concern,

Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher

Who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

 

(63) We promise to do many glorious dads,

Yet In practice we give others minimal help.

Our spiritual fame has been spread far and wide,

Yet inwardly all of our thoughts are repulsive

Not only to gods, but to demons and ghosts.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head

Of this treacherous concept of selfish concern,

Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher

Who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

 

(64) We have read very little, heard only few teachings,

Yet talk with authority pertly on Voidness.

Our knowledge of scriptures is pitifully lacking,

Yet glibly we make up and say what we like.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head

Of this treacherous concept of selfish concern,

Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher

Who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

 

(65) We have many attendants and people around us,

Yet no one obeys us or heeds what we say.

We feel we have friends in positions of power,

Yet should we need help, we are left on our own.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head

Of this treacherous concept of selfish concern,

Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher

Who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

 

(66) We have gained lofty status and ranks of prestige.

Yet our knowledge is poorer than that of a ghost.

We are considered great Gurus, yet even the demons

Do not harbour such hatred or clinging desire

Or as closed-minded an outlook-as we seem to have.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head

Of this treacherous concept of selfish concern,

Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher

Who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

 

(67) We talk about theories and the most advanced teachings,

Yet our everyday conduct is worse than a dog’s.

We are learned, intelligent, versed in great knowledge,

Yet cast to the Wind wisdom’s ethical base.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head

Of this treacherous concept of selfish concern,

Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher

Who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

 

(68) We have selfish desires and horrible anger,

Which fester inside us, we would never admit;

Yet without provocation we criticise others

And self-righteously charge them with faults we possess.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head

Of this treacherous concept of selfish concern,

Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher

Who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

 

(69) We wear robes of saffron, yet seek our protection

And refuge in spirits and gods of this world.

We have promised to keep solemn vows of strict morals,

Yet our actions accord with the demons, foul ways.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head

Of this treacherous concept of selfish concern,

Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher

Who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

 

(70) Our pleasure and happiness come from the Buddhas,

The Gurus, the teachings, and those who live by them,

Yet still we make offerings to ghosts and the spirits.

All of our guidance derives from the teachings,

And yet we deceive those who give this advice.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head

Of this treacherous concept of selfish concern,

Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher

Who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

 

(71) We seek to have homes in monastic seclusion,

Yet dawn by distractions, we venture to town.

Discourses we hear teach us most noble practice,

Yet we spend all our time telling fortunes with dice.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head

Of this treacherous concept of selfish concern,

Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher

Who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

 

(72) We give up monks’ vows, the true path to gain freedom,

We would rather be married, have children and homes.

We cast to-the wind this rare chance to be happy,

And pursue further suffering, mare problems and woes

rample him, trample him, dance on the head

Of this treacherous concept of selfish concern,

Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher

Who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

 

(73) Discarding our practice to reach Liberation,

We drift about searching for pleasure or trade.

We have obtained bodies with precious endowments,

Yet use them to gain only hellish rebirths.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head

Of this treacherous concept of selfish concern,

Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher

Who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

 

(74) Ignoring effects that the teachings can bring us,

We travel on business for profit end gain.

Leaving behind all our Gurus’ wise lectures,

We tour different places in search of some fun.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head

Of this treacherous concept of selfish concern,

Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher

Who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

 

75) We hoard whet we have, never willing to use it,

And leech all our food and our clothing from friends.

We leave aside wealth from our father’s inheritance,

Taking from others a much as we can.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head

Of this treacherous concept of selfish concern,

Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher

Who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

 

(76) It’s amazing how little endurance we have

To do meditation, and yet we pretend

To have gained special powers so others are fooled.

We never catch up with the paths of deep wisdom,

Yet run here and there in a needless great haste.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head

Of this treacherous concept of selfish concern,

Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher

Who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

 

(77) Someone giver us advice from the depths of his heart,

Which is for our own good, but is harsh to our ears,

And with anger we view him as if he is our foe.

Yet when someone without any true feelings for us

Deceitfully tells us what we like to hear,

Without taste or discernment we are hind in return.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head

Of this treacherous concept of selfish concern,

Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher

Who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

 

(78) When others consider us close and dear friends

And relate in strict confidence ah they know,

We disclose their deep secrets to especially their foes.

When we have a good friend who is constantly with us,

We locate his weak points so we can torment him.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head

Of this treacherous concept of selfish concern,

Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher

Who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

 

(79) Our jealousy is strong and whatever is said

We are always the sceptic, we doubt what is meant.

We are fussy bad-tempered and hard to get on with,

Inflicting obnoxious behavior on others.

Trample him, trample him, dance on the head

Of this treacherous concept of selfish concern,

Tear out the heart of this self-centred butcher

Who slaughters our chance to gain final release.

 

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