諸經要集 4.124

4.124

Long weary of the tree of ignorance, / Only now rejoicing in the freshness of the Nyagrodha grove.
At first entering the path to Mount Gandhamādana, / In the end encountering the indestructible body.
Flowers of concentration bring forth the fruit of wisdom; / A divine lamp shines upon the Brahmā heaven.
Rosy banners match the colours of brocade; / Fragrant scents blend with censer smoke.
Swirling and wheeling, rising into the void, / Floating downwards like red lotus blossoms.
Night and day turned by the wind, / Layer upon layer accumulating the causes of a wheel-turning king.
Clambering and gazing upwards without satiety, / Forming companions, moved to linger and behold.
How could one know that among colours, these patterns / Bring forth blessings and prolong life for years?