Long Praise to Manjushri

I bow to Mañjusri with utmost respect

Gentle-voiced guide, you always protect​

From clouds of two veils, your wisdom is free

Brilliant and pure, like sunshine you be

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The nature of truth you see and impart

A volume of prajna you hold at your heart​

Clouded by ignorance in endless night

Beings suffer cruelly from torment and fright

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Oṁ Wāgī Śvari Mūṁ

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Entrapped in the prison of samsara's guile

You love everyone, like a mother her child​

With sixty tones, your rich voice resounds

Like roaring dragons and thunder it pounds

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Sábio e gentil

Na fala e agir

Maestria na escrita

Uma honra servir

Sua espada flameja

Empunha a cortar

Da ignorância

Nos alivia

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Waking us up from the anguish of sleep

You break the chains of the karma we reap​

Your sword cuts swiftly the root of our pain

Dispelling the blindness we cling to in vain

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Perfectly pure with qualities rare

Ten bhumis traversed, the conquerors heir.​

Adorned with a hundred and twelve noble signs

You are the Buddha who constantly shines!

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Lighting the darkness of mind here and now

Manjushri to you, I wholeheartedly bow!