I pay homage to venerable Mañjugośa.
I prostrate a hundred times at the feet of Vajrakīrtī, Mañjuśrī, the speaker of two languages,
The glorious guru, lord of the water-bearing clouds, whose laughter of a thousand thunderclaps of fame and renown spreads in a hundred directions,
Who with the thunderbolt of irresistible power destroys into dust the rock mountain of the dark side,
And with an excellent rainfall of limitless compassion ripens the harvest that is hoped for by the faithful.
His great qualities are as vast as the sky.
I cannot fathom the extent of space,
but this simple version that I am writing
will be comprised of meaningful words.
I will create this eulogy
to the Lord of siddhas, Ra Lotsawa,
who was superior in four wondrous ways
over all lotsawas who preceded him.
This will cause the haughty to lower their heads,
the hairs of faith to rise on the faithful,
the envious to be stung with pain,
and the righteous to place their palms together in respect.
I will write “All Pervading Melodious Drumbeats’,
which will be an honest account,
free of foolishly spoken embarrassing words,
that claim things that never happened to be true.
I shall write, without embellishment, just a taste of the life of our glorious sublime guru, the great, venerable Ralo, lord of scholars and siddhas, the banner of whose fame flaps in all ten directions.