I go for refuge to the Buddha.
I seek the presence of the Exalted Teacher by whose compassion I may be guided through the torrents of Samsara,
by whose serene countenance I may be uplifted from the mire of worldly thoughts and cravings,
seeing there in the very assurance of Nibbanic Peace, which He himself attained.
In sorrow and pain I turn to Him and in my happiness I seek His tranquil gaze.
I lay before His Image not only flowers and incense, but also the burning fires of my restless heart, that they may be quenched and stilled,
I lay down the burden of my pride and my selfhood, the heavy burden of my cares and aspirations,
the weary load of this incessant birth and death.
Sadhu! Sadhu! Sadhu!
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