Текст песни с переводом слов 30 Seconds to Mars «L490» из альбома «This is war» (2009).
From the heart of the Lord of the Ganden devas emerges a brilliant white cloud, like a great mass of fresh yogurt. Atop sits Tsong Khapa, all-knowing King of Dharma. We request your coming to this place along with your great disciples.
My Lord Guru is seated before me on a lionthrone, lotus and moon cushion. His white face smiles blissfully. Please remain many eons and serve as the supreme merit field for the growth of my mind of faith, and for the increase of Lord Buddha's teachings.
Your omniscient wisdom-mind encompasses all that is existent. Your speech is a profound teaching which ornaments the ear of the fortunate. Your body's beautiful radiance evokes wondrous admiration. I prostrate to you Lama Tsong Khapa, whom merely viewing, hearing or contemplating earns one great merit.
I present to you, supreme field of merit, Tsong Khapa, delightful offerings: pure sweet water, various flowers, fragrant incense, butterlamps, perfumes and more, both physical and mental offerings, vast as the clouds and wide as the ocean.
The unwholesome actions of body, speech and mind, I have accumulated since time without beginning, especially actions contrary to my three vows, (Vinaya, Bodhisattva, Vajrayana), I regret extremely from the depths of my heart, and reveal each and every such action.
We totally rejoice in your magnificent achievements, my Lord, you strove for knowledge and realization, abandoned the eight worldly concerns and made the most meaningful use of human life with the eighteen opportune conditions during these degenerate times.
Pray all you Holy Gurus, unerring in conduct, precipitate a rain of vast and profound Dharma, from the billowing clouds of wisdom and compassion which fill the Dharmakaya sky, providing for the field of disciples precisely what is needed.
May the Vajra Body created from the purity of clear light, free of the rising and setting of cyclic existence, but visible to the ordinary viewer only in its unsubtle, physical form stay on unchanging, without waning, until samsara ends.