BDW 4 — чтение «Благословение пира» (Blessing of the Feast)

Blessing of the Feast
The broad highway of the gods is indivisible bliss and void,
Covered now with Samanta Bhadra’s offering cloud.
Within it stands a tree which grants a thousand wishes,
Lovely with its leaves and flowers and fruit.

Atop the tree is a throne of sparkling jewels, held aloft by lions,
Set with full cushions of lotus, sun, and moon.
And upon them sits my Heart Lama, who has paid me all
Three kinds of kindness, the essence of all the Buddhas.

My Lama is in the form here
of the Lord of the Secret World, the King,
The Keeper of the Diamond, sapphire colored,
with one face and two arms.

In His hands He holds a diamond and bell,
and embraces the Queen
Of the Empty Realm,
enjoying His play in simultaneous bliss and void.

He wears jewel ornaments
of a hundred different fashions,
And He is clothed in the silken raiment
worn by the gods themselves.

This is the one and only time
That I will ever find
Spiritual leisure and fortune
Such as this;

Bless me to see
How difficult it was to obtain,
And how quickly it is destroyed;

Bless me to avoid becoming distracted
By the meaningless business of this life—
Bless me to take the essence of life,
Bless me to give it some meaning.

Bless me to take heartfelt refuge
In the Three both rare and supreme
For the fear I feel for the fire
Of the pain of the lower realms.

Bless me to throw myself
Into giving up every negative deed,
And accomplishing every good.

Tossed on the mountainous waves
Of my karma and harmful emotions,
Ripped by the razor teeth
Of the sharks of the three sufferings,

I beg Your blessing please
To come to a fierce desire
To escape from this ocean of pain,
This infinite sea of fear.

Bless me to relinquish the vision
Of the unbearable prison of this cycle
As a garden of earthly delights;

Bless me to find the treasure
Of the jewels of the realized,
All three of the higher trainings;

Bless me to take up the banner
Of highest victory,
The victory of freedom.

Bless me to contemplate
How each of these tortured beings
Has been my very own mother,
And paid me every form of kindness,
Over and over again.

Bless me to develop sincere
Compassion for each of them—
A love like that of a mother
For a cherished child in pain.

Bless me to develop joy
In the happiness of others,
Recognizing that both myself
And others are in no way different:

None of us wants even the slightest
Form of suffering—
None of us ever feels as if
We have enough happiness.

Bless me that I learn to change
Everything that appears to me,
Whether it be good or bad,

Into a path for increasing
The two forms of the Wish
For enlightenment,

Through practicing the five powers,
Essence of all the Dharma there is,
And experience then only joy.

Bless me that I may learn the
Skillful means of all four practices,
Where I turn everything

That I ever encounter
From hour to hour
Into something for me
To meditate upon.

Bless me that I bring great meaning
To this life of leisure and fortune
Using the teachings to practice

Developing the good heart,
All the various commitments,
And the different kinds of trainings.

Bless me to reach the point
Where I am able to master
The deep practice—

Where I am able to clean myself
Of every stench of the tendency
To see the things around me
As something normal:

Where every single thing
In the world around me
Strikes me as just another piece
Of my angel’s holy body.

Gather all the offerings, those in your mind and those at this celebration,
concluding with this fervent prayer:

And I make this great offering
To every living creature there is:

To evil beings, to spirits of sickness,
To demons who seek to stop us,
To those who seek some vengeance upon us,
To those we owe some karmic debt,
To every Mother we’ve ever had,
To all six types of life, to all—

I offer You this invitation:
Come and feast with me.
Be happy, come,
Agree to come;

Let your painful thoughts
And suffering be ended.

Come find love, come find mercy;
Find the highest Wish of all.

Come and fill
Your hearts with wealth:
Worldview pure, no more mistakes.
Come and quickly reach the state
Where Your eyes will see all things.

Because of this my supplication,
My Lama supreme in joy descends
To the tip of my head,
In order to grant these blessings.

I beg You now to return
And keep those holy feet,
Shining in light, planted here
Deep within the lotus petals
That lie within my heart,

Nevermore to leave.