བྱང་ཆབ་སམས་དཔའ་སྤྱད་པ་ལ་འཇག་པ 8

8

To the lords of sages, the supreme objects of worship, / I offer delightful māndārava flowers, lotuses, / utpalas, and all fragrant flowers, / and well-arranged, lovely garlands. / I also offer to them clouds of incense / whose alluring sweet fragrance pervades everywhere. / I offer to them divine foods, / an assortment of meals, food, and drink. / I also offer precious lamps / arranged upon golden lotuses. / Upon the smoothed ground anointed with incense, / I scatter delightful loose flowers. / Immeasurable celestial palaces echoing with charming hymns of praise, / radiant and adorned with hanging strings of pearls and jewels, / which adorn the sky— / these too I offer to those of compassionate nature. / Beautiful parasols adorned with jewels, with golden handles, / whose rims are adorned with lovely ornaments, / elegantly shaped and graceful to behold— / these too I continually offer raised up to the lords of sages. / In addition, may an assembly of offerings, / accompanied by pleasant music and sweet melodies / that alleviate the suffering of sentient beings, / abide continuously as distinct clouds! / May a rain of precious gems, flowers, and the like / fall unceasingly / upon all the jewels of the true Dharma, / the stūpas, and the images! / Just as Mañjughoṣa and the others / made offerings to the Jinas, / so do I make offerings to the Tathāgatas, / the protectors, along with their sons. / To the oceans of virtues, / I sing praise with oceans of melodic branches. / May those clouds of melodious praises / truly arise everywhere! / To all the Buddhas who have gone in the three times, / to the Dharma, and to the supreme Saṅgha, / with bodies bowed down, numbering as many / as the atoms of all fields, I pay homage. / To the foundations of bodhicitta