一百五十讚佛頌

The World-Honored One, most supremely excellent,

Wholesomely severs all evil causes;

Of measureless and boundless merits,

All the bodies of the Tathāgata.

To the Buddha alone should one take refuge,

One should extol Him and render service;

One who contemplates in accordance with the principle,

Should abide within these words.

The hosts of evils and afflictions,

To aid the world, He should remove them;

Both merit and wisdom complete,

Reverent alone, never falling back.

Letting go gives rise to evil views,

Toward the Sage there arises regret;

He searched out the deeds of body and speech,

Yet no enmity or fault could be found.

That I have gained this human body,

Heard the Dharma and given rise to joy,

Is like, within the great ocean,

A blind turtle meeting a hollow log.

Deluded thoughts forever follow along,

The ripening karma plunges one into the deep pit;

Therefore I, using words,

Praise the true merits of the Buddha.

The Muni's measureless realm,

His sagely virtue is truly without limit;

For the sake of seeking my own benefit,

I now offer but a little praise.

I reverently bow to the Wisdom-Without-Teacher,

Rare in all His deeds;

His merit, wisdom, and majestic radiance—

Who can fathom their measure?

The Tathāgata's virtue is without bound,

Beyond comparison and beyond words;

I now, seeking blessings and benefit,

Therefore use words of praise.

My wisdom and power are coarse and shallow,

The Buddha's virtue is hard to equal;

I only pray, O Great Compassionate One,

Rescue me who has no place of refuge.

Enemy and kin, He regards as equal,

From the unconditioned arises great compassion;

Universally reaching all sentient beings,

He ever becomes a true and virtuous friend.

Inner wealth He is ever ready to relinquish,

How much more so outer wealth;

He never holds back in stinginess,

He never fears the evil paths.

Nor does He crave the realms of the good,

Solely because His mind is pure;

The precepts of moral discipline arise from this,

Ever departing from all that is deviant and false.

He readily draws near the upright,

The intrinsic nature of all deeds is empty;

Abiding only in the supreme meaning,

The sufferings that beset this body—

He is well able to comfort and console;

With right wisdom He severs all doubts,

As they pass, compassion swells within Him.

He rescues those lives from calamity,

Giving rise to measureless joy;

As though truly distressed by death,

He joyfully accompanies them onward.

The enmity that harms this body,

In all times He is ever sorrowful;

He does not regard it as too wicked,

But ever gives rise to a mind of great compassion.

Right view is like Bodhi itself,

His mind ever cherishes it dearly;

The Great Hero's invincible wisdom—

Nothing can be equal to it.

Hard to compare is the fruit of Bodhi,

If one creates this cause,

Thereby one need not worry for the body;

He exhorts the cultivation of all good deeds.

The wealthy and the poor alike,

He treats with great compassion;

Toward all their distinctions,

There is nothing high or low.

The supreme bliss, the fruit to be attained and held—

His mind has no grasping attachment;

Universally saving all the multitude of beings,

His great compassion is without interruption.

Though He met with utmost hardship,

He sought no joy in pleasure;

The wondrous wisdom and all merits,

So supremely excellent they cannot be exhausted.

The defiled and the pure, all mixed dharmas,

He discerns the false and keeps the true,

Like the beautiful King of Geese

Drinking the milk poured into water.

For measureless koṭis of kalpas,

Courageous in pursuit of Bodhi;

There, life after life,

He lost His body in quest of the wondrous Dharma.

For three asaṃkhyeya in number,

He strove diligently without weariness;

Keeping this as His companion,

He readily realized wondrous Bodhi.

He had no mind of jealousy,

There removing all such thoughts;

Impartial, without dispute,

His supreme conduct was wholly perfected.

Though He gave weight to the causes He made,

He sought not the perfect fruit;

Well able to cultivate all supreme deeds,

The hosts of virtues filled Him of themselves.

Diligently He cultivated the dharma of detachment,

Transcending and ascending in lofty deeds;

Sitting, lying, and in walking meditation,

Nowhere was He not a field of merit.

Uprooting all defilements,

Increasing pure virtue,

All through the work of accumulation;

Though He is most supremely lofty,

All blessings are complete in Him,

All faults are extinguished and removed.

The Tathāgata's body is pure,

All the dusts already severed;

The provisions gathered together

All return to the body of the Tamer.

Should one wish to seek through vows,

One cannot become like the Buddha;

Looking everywhere throughout the world,

Calamities and hindrances are many.

Indolence, with few wholesome deeds,

Yet He readily accomplished this work;

Far departing from all transgressions,

Surely at peace and unmoving.

The most supreme of all roots of goodness,

Cannot be compared by any simile;

The Tathāgata's wisdom is deep and far,

Neither low nor having any bound.

Worldly affairs, beside the Buddha's body,

Are like an ox-track beside the great ocean;

Though the ancients bore all things,

In the world it is hard to find such a one.

The great earth bears its mighty vow,

Compared to this it is truly light;

The darkness of folly is easily removed,

The Muni's radiance shines everywhere.

Worldly wisdom cannot be likened to it,

As a firefly to the sun;

The Tathāgata's three deeds are pure,

The autumn moon shining on a still lake.

The pure of the world, likened to the Buddha's body,

All become the nature of dust and defilement;

As explained and cited above,

Among the supremely excellent things of the world,

The Buddha-Dharma far transcends them;

Worldly affairs hold sorrow and grief,

The sacred Dharma is like a precious treasure.

The Buddha presides at the highest peak,

None above, none can compare;

Only a Buddha together with a Buddha—

The Tathāgata, the ocean of sagely wisdom.

I rejoicingly offer but little praise,

For those words extolling that virtue,

Compared to it, are truly not many;

In the world He subdued the māras.

All must submit and yield,

I contemplate Him together with His true nature,

Yet I have not equaled even a light feather;

Feigning a great battle array,

His great wisdom readily subdued them.

His sagely virtue surpasses the world,

To subdue them needed no array;

Next followed the subduing of māras,

In the middle and last watches of the night.

He severed and removed the causes of affliction,

His great virtues all complete;

His sagely wisdom dispels ignorance,

Surpassing even a thousand suns.

He subdued all that is deviant and crooked,

Rare and hard to be equaled;

The three roots of goodness are wholly fulfilled,

Forever extinguishing greed and delusion.

The evil seeds must surely be removed,

His purity is hard to liken;

The wondrous Dharma is lofty and worthy of praise,

What is not the true Dharma must be removed.

Lies and deviance, the true and proper—

His mind has no anger or fondness;

Toward those sagely disciples,

And the heterodox, teacher and pupil,

Where those are wrong or right,

The Buddha's mind is no different.

Toward virtue, His feeling is undefiled,

That virtue He does not crave;

Excellent indeed, truly without stain,

His sagely wisdom is able to be pure.

His faculties are deep and settled,

Far departing from a deluded mind;

Within all the realms,

By direct perception, through seeing closely,

His mindfulness and wisdom reach the very end,

Not what the foolish and ordinary can match.

Well does He establish language,

Never does He forget these words;

Tranquil and luminous, without obstruction,

That brightness is like a reflection.

His beautiful form, rare in the world—

Truly one cannot but cherish reverence;

Whether one meets Him for the first time,

Or has long contemplated Him,

His fine marks are without a second,

Before and after, all is joy.

The most supreme majestic virtue of His body—

The beholder's mind knows no worry;

Passing through measureless kalpas,

Rejoicing as though meeting Him anew.

Relying upon that virtue,

One can rely upon the mind of virtue;

Nature and mark, the two are penetrated,

Subject and object, neither is different.

When one clearly knows the Sugata's virtue,

All the bodies of the Tathāgata,

Apart from the Buddha's bodily marks so fine,

There is no place of peace and security.

By the blessings of my former lives,

I have met the Tamer;

Praising the mountain of merits,

From afar I gaze, and speak with reverence.

All sentient beings

Are all burdened with afflictions;

Only the Buddha can joyfully remove them,

Out of love for the world He abides long.

Who will be the first to bow in reverence?

Only the Buddha's mind of great compassion;

His sagely virtue surpasses the world,

His compassionate vow within birth-and-death.

He delights in tranquil quietude,

In the defiled places of sentient beings,

Throughout the kalpas ever striving diligently;

Loving-kindness of mind is all-encompassing.

From the true, He further benefits the conventional,

Born forth out of compassion,

Like a spell used to subdue dragons,

With abundant clouds and wind and rain.

Ever abiding in the station of supreme samādhi,

He contemplates both enemy and kin alike;

The perilous, the madman, the deranged—

Giving up His body, He returns to sagely virtue.

With spiritual powers and the Lion's Roar,

He extols and exalts the Lord of the Three Realms;

Ever concealing His own name and renown,

Out of compassion He praises Himself.

Ever He cultivates the conduct of benefiting others,

Never once a mind of benefiting Himself;

Mindful loving-kindness for all sentient beings,

Therein with no private affection.

His compassion and enmity-bearing know no limit,

Accordingly He delivers the multitude of beings;

Body and mind mindful of all,

Ever never abandoning them for a moment.

When benefiting them He met with insult instead,

Therefore it was not what the Buddha would do;

With gentle words He speaks the wondrous meaning,

Truthful, never speaking falsely.

Whether expansive or concise, in accord with conditions,

Complete, turning in accordance with the time;

If one hears Him expound and speak,

Should one not rejoice, that would be rare.

This betrays a remembering, an evil mind,

The wise must value faith;

That meaning is skillful means,

Or again He speaks harsh words.

The benefit is surely not deceptive,

And so it becomes truly wondrous;

Gentle and soft, or harsh and rough,

Accordingly He delivers sentient beings.

His sagely wisdom, mind without obstruction,

One taste, all is impartial;

Far surpassing, without defiled karma,

Skilled like a master craftsman.

Accomplishing this subtle and wondrous body,

He joyfully speaks precious phrases;

Seeing it, one finds delight,

Hearing it spoken, the mind at once opens.

His beautiful form together with His fine speech

Are like the moon dripping sweet ambrosia;

The kind cloud rains down beautiful Dharma,

Able to purify the dust of desire.

Like that great Garuḍa bird

Destroying all the evil dragons,

He can dispel the darkness of ignorance,

Just like a thousand suns.

He smashes to pieces the mountain of arrogance,

Like the staff of Indra, the Heavenly Emperor;

Manifest realization, never false or distorted,

Quiet contemplation removes the mind's confusion.

In accord with truth, He well cultivates practice,

The three matters all wholly fulfilled;

Widely hearing the Buddha expound the Dharma,

The mind delights and then grows luminous.

From here one wholesomely contemplates,

Dissolving and removing all defilements;

Meeting suffering, He can comfort,

Heedlessness gives rise again to fear.

Indulgence in pleasure makes the mind weary,

Accordingly all is opened up;

Superior wisdom realizes the joy of Dharma,

Middling faculties give rise to supreme understanding.

The lowly give rise to a mind of faith,

His words pervade with benefit and ease;

Wholesomely abandoning all deviant views,

Leading to the place of Nirvāṇa.

Sins and defilements He can wash away,

Because He rains down the great Dharma;

All wisdom is without obstruction,

Ever holding to right mindfulness.

What the Tathāgata speaks distinctively,

Is wholly directed, never false or distorted;

Never out of place, never out of season,

Nor is any alteration seen.

His words never miss their mark,

The hearer surely cultivates accordingly;

In one way He employs skillful means,

Unmixed, it can be cultivated.

Beginning, middle, and end all wholesome,

Nowhere is there teaching in excess;

Thus oriented toward the good,

Yet the foolish give rise to a mind of scorn.

If toward these words doubt arises,

Without enmity, without deceit and the rest;

Kalpa after kalpa, for the sake of the deluded multitude,

He passed through bitter sufferings.

These words alone are not unwholesome,

Mindfulness of the Buddha one ought to cultivate;

How much more can they bring benefit and ease,

Again speaking the deep and wondrous meaning.

Indulged as though one's head were aflame,

Before these words come to rescue;

Sovereign and joyful in awakening,

His sagely virtue is ever serene.

All arise from these words,

Realizing that, one forgets the words;

The Hero of the World teaches the truth,

The deviant lineages, hearing it, are all alarmed.

The Māra-king harbors a vexed mind,

Gods and humans give rise to joy;

The earth makes no discrimination,

Impartial in all places.

The sacred teaching benefits the multitude of beings,

The deviant and the upright are both enriched;

Gradually hearing the Buddha speak the Dharma,

Like Vajra, one shall be accomplished.

Not yet having let go of bitter suffering,

In the end one escapes that place of death;

Hearing the Dharma, one comes to know clearly,

In accord with truth, one wholesomely cultivates.

In turn the three wisdoms are made complete,

Other teachings cannot compare;

Only the unique King of Sage-Oxen,

Beautiful and complete in principle.

If His teaching one does not diligently cultivate,

Surely there is enmity greater than this;

Gradually hearing, one removes craving-thirst,

Deviant views, the inclined mind arises.

The hearer gives rise to a joyful mind,

Relying on this, perfects the pure precepts;

The time of true joy having come,

The grown of the world all rejoice.

Teaching and transforming, He benefits the multitude,

Tranquil cessation together with compassionate feeling;

Praise and song remove all poisons,

Remembering and reflecting carry joy.

First seeking gives birth to wisdom,

Liberating insight, the mind made complete;

Meeting one made venerable,

Reverence gives birth to a wholesome mind.

Rendering service is all owing to merit,

Drawing near removes worry and trouble;

The precepts are all pure,

Quiet contemplation, the mind settled and still.

Prajñā wisdom, perfectly fused,

Blessings as numerous as the Ganges' sands converge;

His venerable countenance and His teaching,

And that which He has realized—

Seen, heard, thought of, and remembered,

This treasure is supremely excellent.

Drifting and floating, He builds up isle and shore,

This harm He ever helps;

The fearful should turn back to Him,

Leading them to the place of liberation.

Pure precepts form a wholesome vessel,

A good field gives birth to fresh fruit;

A good friend can bring benefit,

The wisdom-life is born from this.

Mindful of grace, and gentle forbearance,

The beholder is filled with shared joy;

Broadly gathering a benevolent mind,

His merits are truly without end.

Body and speech without error or transgression,

Love and reverence are born from this;

Auspicious are these meanings,

Or relying on the Sugata's virtue.

The Guide can do good,

Those who have fallen He raises up;

Equanimous absorption holds the crooked mind,

The deluded return to the right.

When the roots of goodness ripen in one,

He ascends the vehicle of the Three Vehicles;

Vast and boundless, hard for one to hold,

Out of compassion He gradually lets go.

Where one meets danger He can rescue,

In peace and joy He exhorts wholesome cultivation;

Pitying the suffering of sentient beings,

Benefiting and easing the multitude of the deluded.

For their errors He uses a mind of loving-kindness,

The wrongdoer gives rise to worry;

For the hot-tempered He gives rise to compassion,

His sagely virtue is hard to extol.

His grace is deep, like being caught in a net,

The world ought to come to know it clearly;

Here, turning back, they give rise to enmity,

Yet He ever gives rise to kindly pity.

He gives up His body to rescue all,

His own affairs are not worth worrying over;

Together with those who have fallen,

Drawing near, He must rescue and aid.

For two lifetimes He renders grace and kindness,

Surpassing the entire world;

In the darkness He ever shines forth light,

He, for the sake of wisdom, becomes a lamp.

Humans and gods all rely upon Him,

According to their kind there are differences;

Only He, the savor of the true Dharma,

Is impartial, without distinction.

He regards not one's kinfolk,

Nor beauty of form, nor age;

In accord with one's roots of goodness,

The seeker's wishes are all fulfilled.

Broadly He manifests rare wonders,

From the unconditioned arises great compassion;

The sagely assembly, and gods and humans,

Press their palms or draw near.

At the cries, the fear of birth-and-death—

The Buddha manifests, and a radiance;

Benefiting and easing all sentient beings,

All attain this fulfillment of their wishes.

The wicked together in one place,

Wishing for joy, receive worry and trouble;

When affliction harms this body,

It is as though He receives wholesome virtue.

Though things bring much suffering,

Never has His mind been defiled or attached;

The World-Honored One's virtue is rare,

Hard to put into words.

He entered into perilous and wicked places,

In times of horses and the arrows of buffalo;

Through six years of ascetic austerities,

He bore them in peace, His mind never retreating.

He abides in the most supreme,

With compassion delivering the multitude;

Meeting one who is utterly foolish,

In body and speech He exceeds in reverent salutation.

Or toward one who is venerable,

Never once a mind of pride and arrogance;

Shielding the affairs of sentient beings,

Reverent as a servant.

The feelings of countless myriads of kinds,

It is hard to tell them a hundred thousand times;

The Tathāgata's voice, kind and loving,

In one reply, all doubts depart.

His deep grace is shielded over,

Yet toward that virtue they give rise to deep enmity;

He regards hatred and its circumstance

As though it were grace truly weighty.

When enmity is turned to harm against Him,

He, toward the enmity, turns it to kindness;

That one ever seeks toward the Buddha,

The Buddha and that one are bound in grace.

The deviant lineages can be jealous,

With poisoned food and pits of fire;

His compassionate vow turns them into a clear pond,

Transforming poison into sweet ambrosia.

With patience He tames anger and rage,

With true words He bears slander;

The power of loving-kindness transforms māra-enmity,

Right wisdom removes māra-poison.

The deluded multitude, from many kalpas,

Through evil have made it their nature;

Only His wondrous and subtle conduct,

In a single thought turns them to the good.

Gentle and soft, He subdues anger and defiance,

The breath of wisdom shatters miserliness;

Wholesome words overcome harsh words,

Only He is complete in skillful means.

Nandika, or Mānastabdha,

Aṅgulimāla He moved to a mind of compassion;

The hard to tame, He readily tamed and trained—

Who would not praise it? Such is rare.

Though His sagely disciples,

The flavor of Dharma, their own minds rejoice;

Sitting on grass, yet at peace and ease,

A golden couch is not what they prize.

Wholesomely He knows the faculties, desires, and natures,

Drawing in and transforming by means of all conditions;

Or else He waits for the request to be voiced,

Or unasked, He speaks of Himself.

First He bestows the precepts,

Afterward a pure mind is born;

Later He speaks the true Dharma,

Ultimately bringing realization to fullness.

Fear spreads everywhere,

Only the Buddha is the place of refuge;

Courageous, the Greatly Compassionate One,

Rescuing all the multitude of beings.

His cloud-body pervades the Dharma-realm,

The Dharma-rain falls everywhere;

Manifesting in places that differ,

In accord with capacity, therefore not the same.

Wholesomely at peace, without error or transgression,

Only He is worthy to be served and honored;

Broadly He delivers all gods and humans,

Or comes to make offerings.

His body and mouth give rise to nothing,

Yet wholesome transformation reaches every place;

What He speaks corresponds wholesomely,

This virtue belongs to Him alone.

Long has He cultivated the three wholesome deeds,

The wondrous tips manifesting everywhere;

Looking everywhere over all the worlds,

Never has there been one surpassing this virtue.

How much more for the utterly wicked—

Purely He practices lofty compassion;

Broadly pervading all sentient beings,

Courageous together with diligence.

The śrāvakas, those who understand the Dharma,

Ever render service to Him;

Becoming those who realize Nirvāṇa,

In the end called the ones in charge.

They are that sagely assembly,

For this they cultivate and study;

Born of the mind that relinquishes benefit,

Without fame, yet with responsibility.

Ignorance—this awakening lies asleep,

His compassionate gaze pervades all places;

Lifting them up, He gives rise to diligence,

The sagely and good He can draw near.

Māra-enmity together with vexing harm,

The Buddha's power ever removes them;

Within His fearless merits,

He ever manifests now little, now much.

His compassionate mind transforms all,

His sagely intent is utterly hard to fathom;

Benefit and ease—none He does not bestow,

All affairs turn out fine and good.

The Tathāgata's great wondrous Dharma,

If one could exchange oneself for it,

Devadatta and Sunakṣatra

Ought not to have abandoned these words.

In the beginningless flowing-around,

Together they brought no benefit or ease;

Because the Buddha appeared in the world,

He revealed and delivered sentient beings.

His compassionate mind encompasses the three realms,
Form-image together with the multitude of beings;
Using grains of rice to divide His body,
Thus He entered into parinirvāṇa.

The treasury of the Dharma-collection is truly without end,
The wellspring of virtue, the ocean of blessings, is truly hard to match;
If there be sentient beings who have once bowed to Him,
To bow to Him is again called a wholesome bow.

Measureless, countless, boundless realms,
Hard to conceive, hard to see, hard to realize—
Only the Buddha's sagely wisdom alone knows them clearly,
How could the foolish and ordinary offer praise?

A single hair, a single mark, fills the Dharma-realm,
A single deed, a single virtue, pervades every mind;
Pure and vast like the grasses of a pond,
Able of itself to quell the afflictions of sentient beings.

I praise the Muni, ocean of merits,
Relying on wholesome karma to reach Bodhi;
Universally I vow that all the living give rise to the great mind,
And resolve to leave behind the foolish and ordinary, the false consciousness.

One hundred fifty verses praising the Buddha — The End