釋迦譜 1.377

1.377

“I saw one riding a white elephant,
Pure and bright as the sun and moon.
Śakra, Brahmā, and the host of devas
All held jeweled banners,
Burned incense, scattered celestial flowers,
And together played varied music,
Filling the open sky,
Surrounding him as he descended.
He entered my right flank,
As if placed within vaiḍūrya.
Now I have shown this to the Great King:
What kind of auspicious portent is this?”