AGOL 36, Глава посвящения Шантидевы — стенограмма

[Speaker 2]
This is the dedication chapter from the Guide to the Bodhisattva's Way of Life by Master Shantideva. Thus have I completed writing a guide to the Bodhisattva's Way of Life, and I pray that by this goodness, every living being may take up this way of life.

[Speaker 1]
By the power of this good deed too, may any single living creature, in sickness or in pain, of body or of mind, in any corner of this universe, be thrown into a sea of bliss. And for as long as they may wander in the circle of suffering life, may they never lose this bliss. May every one of them one day reach the bliss beyond all other, and stay there, never ending.

I don't know how many realms of hell there are, hidden in our world. But by this power, may every person, trapped in one, instead find joy in the joy of the heaven of joy. May those who freeze in the cold of hell be covered in warmth.

May infinite showers of gentle rain fall from vast bodhisattva clouds to cool the searing pain of those who live there in fire. May the forest of falling leaves of nice turn for those who live there into a pleasure grove of shady bowers. May the daggers of the trunks of the trees of Shalmali sprout as the wish-giving tree instead.

May the caverns of hell suddenly echo forth with the soft sweet song of the dove and nightingale, ruby-throated sparrow, graceful swans, birds of every kind, drawn to the gentle waters that spring up instantly there covered with lotuses whose delicate fragrance fills the air. May the heaps of burning embers of fire become piles of precious jewels, and the red-hot glowing iron floor the ground of a new world, sparkling in crystal light. May the mountains that slam together crushing the crowds of helpless people between them turn to the palace, temples of heaven, filled with bliss-filled Buddhas.

In the moment that I speak may the great rain of putrid filth and stones of solid fire and knives and spears turn into a soft steady shower of fragrant flower petals. And in the hells of anger where people snatch up rocks and sticks to gash one another open, may they instead gather up armfuls of petals, laughing, tossing over each other. I send the awesome power of the good deed that I've done as well to all those trapped within the river that cannot be crossed, wrapped within the hell flame there, with all the skin and flesh ripped away from their bodies, the bones jutting out in the glistening white of freshly fallen snow.

May this power grow their bodies back in the form of divine angels. And then may the beings in hell take pause and wonder suddenly to themselves, why now do the henchmen of the Lord of Death and his vicious ravens and the birds of prey, why do they turn and run from us? What glorious power has turned the night of hell to golden day and smothered us within this happiness, this strength, this bliss?

Who could have such power? And may they raise their eyes and see the blue of sky and seated in it, the one who holds the diamond in their hand. And then may joy spread in their hearts, so powerful that it tears away every wrong they ever did.

And so then they can rise and fly, fly away with this Buddha. May a rain of lovely flower petals mixed with cool and perfumed water descend in a song and extinguish the flames of the fires that burn in hell. May the beings who live there look upon this sight and suddenly be overcome by happiness.

And then may they think to themselves, who could have done this thing? And may they turn and see before them, the one who holds the lotus in their hand. And then may the hell beings hear a voice that calls to them and says, Come, my friends, so far away.

Cast away your fears now and come be at my side. Come to the one whose power has stripped away your agony and thrown you into joy. And when they lay their eyes on this one, on gentle voice himself or herself, may every miserable creature there burst forth in a song, a song that roars through the hells, a song that sings, you are the bodhisattva who protects every single living being, overcome by your love for them.

You are the youth divine with your flowing locks, body blazing in light. How could it be that you have come to us and smashed the terrors here? Are you not the one to whom a thousand gods would run to touch the tips of their crowns at your lotus feet?

The one whose eyes glisten in tears of compassion for us. The one on whom a constant shower of petals falls. See him or her now, surrounded by palaces, filled with crowds of celestial youth singing out their praises.

Oh, thus may it come to pass through the power of the goodness that I have done. Every suffering being in hell, wrapped now deep in happiness, standing, staring up at clouds as they gather overhead. And the reality of the bodhisattvas, the one whose name is sheer excellence and all the rest, uncovered fully in the light, sending down upon them showers of the rain that brings them bliss, cool soft rain, rain of finest fragrance.

And by this power may every being who lives in the animal realm be freed from the terror of feeding off each other. May those who live as craving spirits enjoy a life of peace and plenty, like humans of the Isle of Haunting Voice. May a stream of milk descend from the hand of the Lord of Power, the realized one, the one who looks with loving eyes.

And may it fill the spirits who crave, washing them too in a gentle bath, leaving them cool and refreshed. And by this power may the blind open their eyes and see the beauty. May the deaf hear the song of sound.

May every woman with child give birth as Maya, the Buddhist angel mother, did him without a hint of pain. May those without sufficient clothing be suddenly clothed. May the hungry be instantly filled with food.

May those who suffer now from thirst drink fine fresh water and other delicious beverages. May every poor person there is find all the money they need. May those who grieve be comforted.

May those who've lost hope find hope anew and security that will never leave them. May every single being who is sick within this entire universe be suddenly, totally cured. May every kind of disease ever known to living kind vanish now, forever.

May all those in any kind of fear be suddenly freed from it. May those imprisoned be released. May those downtrodden come to power, all of us living then as family, in harmony with each other.

May all of those who are on the road to anywhere at all be safe and comfortable wherever they are now. And may they, without the slightest trouble, find at the end of their journey the thing they left their home to find. May all those who've left dry land to travel in boats or ships accomplish all they set out to do.

May they cross the dangers of the waters and then return safe to their homes and the arms of friends and family. May those who travel a barren waste or mistake their way, who wander lost, suddenly come upon new companions and find their way easily, free of fatigue, without the slightest danger of things like thieves or wild beasts. May holy angels come and protect all those who live in fear, with nowhere to go, no path to follow, small children, the elderly, those with no one to help them, those who cannot sleep, those who are troubled, and the insane.

May they spend every life they still have to live, free of every obstacle to a spiritual life. May they find firm feelings of faith and wisdom and a perfect capacity for love. May their physical needs be filled.

May they lead good lives. May they all have all they need to live forever, without a moment's pause, as if they possessed the treasure of the magic sky. May they live together without ever quarreling, without ever hurting each other, enjoying instead the freedom to live as they choose to.

May every person who is small or shy, who has no confidence, become strong and full of grace. May those who lived a life of need and suffered from it physically, recover in resplendent health. May all who live in a place in society where they are not treated right, transform forever to a position ideal.

May those who are looked down upon be raised up high and their arrogant friends be tumbled to the ground. And by this goodness I have done, may every single suffering being give up every single harmful thought or word or deed, taking up always in its stead thoughts and words and deeds of virtue. May these beings never cease to strive to reach the ultimate goal for others.

And may their hearts be swept away by the stream of loving conduct. May they abandon every sort of dark behavior, remaining in the care of every holy being. May every living soul enjoy a life immeasurably long, living thus forever in a state of constant bliss, so that even the very word death is never heard spoken again.

May all the places that exist, in every world there is, turn instantly into gardens of elegant design, filled with trees that grant your every wish. And may the enlightened ones, along with their daughters and their sons, walk amidst the trees, singing out the sweet song of the Dharma. And in each one of these places, may the very foundation, the earth itself, be transformed from sharp stones and the like into the heavenly ground of lapis lazuli, as smooth as the palm of your hand and soft to walk upon.

And like a precious jewel adorning the same ground, may all the secret worlds that exist, and all the goodness in them, abide atop these newfound lands, crowded with warrior angels. And too, may all who live and breathe hear the song of birds, the wind in the trees, the light of the sun, and the sky itself, singing aloud to them an endless rhapsody of holy teachings. And wherever they go, may they always meet the enlightened ones and their children who strive for enlightenment.

May they honor these lamas, the highest of beings, with endless showers of offerings. May the lords of the sky send down the rains on time, so to bring forth plentiful harvests. May all existing governments make their decisions based on the teachings, and thus may the whole world prosper.

May every medicine come to have the power to cure. May the secret words fulfill all hopes. May the minds of gods and spirits of sickness alike be overcome with thoughts of compassion.

May no single living being ever again feel a single pain. May they never again feel afraid. Never again be hurt by another.

Never again be unhappy. May places of spiritual learning thrive, filled with people reading sacred books and singing them out loud as well. May communities of spiritual practitioners live always in harmony, and may they achieve the high goals for which they live together.

May all those who have ever taken the vows of a monk come to master the arts of solitude, throwing off every kind of distraction, gradually refining their minds, learning perfect meditation. May nuns forever find support for their physical needs, and live lives free of conflict or any outside threat. May every person who's ever become ordained conduct themselves perfectly in their moral code.

And may any of those who may have ever broken this code regret what they've done, and always work to clean the karma. May they then return to a higher birth, and in their new life never see their spiritual discipline fail again. May every sage who lives in this world find the honor due to them, and always be offered the food and other needs they request.

May they always take care that their hearts are pure, and may they earn a good name that spreads throughout the entire world. May none of these people ever again undergo the pain of the lower realms, in strength beyond the strength of gods. May they quickly win the state of a fully enlightened one, without the slightest hardship.

May every suffering being there is make offerings over and over again, to every enlightened being there is. And may the enlightened ones enjoy forever what we have offered them, in infinite waves of bliss. May every plan there is in the heart of every bodhisattva to help every living being come true.

May everyone get every single thing that the enlightened ones who shelter us have in mind for us to get. May those who follow the lower paths of self-made awakened ones and listeners attain the happiness they seek. And may we, through the kindness of gentle voice, remember in life after life who we are and what we practice, rejecting the worldly way of life again and again, until the day we reach the level called intense joy.

May we gain the mystic ability to live off even the poorest of food, growing ever more strong and healthy. In all our lives may we win the wealth of learning to live in solitude, with nothing more than the barest needs. And when anyone ever longs to see him, or ask him even the slightest question, may the shroud which covers their eyes be torn away, so that the high protector, Lord Gentle Voice himself, instantly appears.

We are working to achieve the goals of all the living beings there are in every corner of this universe. And so by this power may we learn to do every single one of the things that Gentle Voice is able to do. And may we decide that we will stay to work to clear away the pain of every living being there is until the last day of this universe, until the very last suffering creature is changed.

May every single pain that is coming to any single being there is ripen now upon me instead. May the great community of bodhisattvas go forth and spread throughout the world to work for the happiness of all. The teachings of the enlightened ones are the one medicine that can cure the great sickness of living kind.

They are the one ultimate source of every form of happiness. And so by this power may the teachings remain long upon this planet with all the support they require and all the respect they deserve. And lastly do I bow myself down to the one with a gentle voice, the one who has been kind enough to teach me the ways of virtue.

Thus last do I bow myself down to the one who was kind enough to raise me up from childhood. I bow to you, my spiritual guide.