ཀ་ཕྲེང་ཆེས་རྙིང་པ་ཞིག་ལ་འཕྲི་སྣོན་ཆེས་གསར་པ་མང་དུ་བྱས་པ།

I. The Dark Age Unfolds
Look, dear Ānanda—see the world aflame:
The cosmos swells, the climate wanes,
Plagues arise, and peace decays,
The nuclear shadow darkens the age.
These are the signs of Kali Yuga’s reign.

II. The Futility of Worldly Life
Youth spent in study, midlife in gain,
Old age in clinging to health in vain—
Yet none know where the dead remain.
Break the wheel, dear Ānanda,
Or be bound to sorrow again.

III. The Rarity of Human Birth
Seven billion souls—yet few are free,
Fewer still who hear the Dharma’s plea.
This precious life, so rare, so brief—
Waste it not, dear Ānanda,
Lest you drown in samsara’s sea.

IV. The Tyranny of Death
No scientist, however wise,
Has found the path where no one dies.
Life is fragile, death is sure—
Its hour unknown. Awaken now,
Or be swept by time’s cruel tide, dear Ānanda.

V. The Torment of the Six Realms
God, demon, human, beast, or ghost—
All realms are ruled by pain’s sharp host:
Birth, age, sickness, death’s cold boast.
Why linger in this burning house?
Master the Dharma, dear Ānanda,
And flee samsara’s endless coast.

VI. The Pure Land Beyond Sorrow
Beyond the storm of grief and war,
Where bliss and nirvana brightly soar,
No plague, no strife, no lack, no sore.
Step onto the path today,
And cross to that untouched shore, dear Ānanda.

VII. The True Guru’s Mark
Seek a master—pure, ordained,
One who spurns the worldly game,
Whose life and words are one and same.
Test him well, then take his hand,
But shun the false, dear Ānanda,
Lest you feed the karmic flame.

VIII. The One Dharma in Four Schools
Kagyü, Nyingma, Sakya, Gelug—
One truth flows through all, like a single river’s tug.
Mahamudra, Dzogchen, Madhyamaka’s light—
Don’t waste time on words alone,
But pierce the veil, dear Ānanda,
And seize the essence, vast and bright.

IX. The Seven Jewels of the Noble Ones
Faith, virtue, generosity’s grace,
Learning, conscience, modesty’s embrace,
And wisdom—crowning jewel of the race.
Cultivate these seven treasures,
And walk the Aryans’ path, dear Ānanda.

X. The Six Perfections
Give, restrain, endure—then strive,
Meditate, and wisdom thrive.
Through these six, the path comes alive.
Build the boat of merit now,
And cross to liberation’s shore, dear Ānanda.

XI. The Emptiness of Worldly Wealth
Gold and mansions, fame and might—
None will serve you at death’s night.
Loosen your grasp, turn toward the light,
For only Dharma lasts, dear Ānanda.

XII. The Trap of Distraction
Endless screens, debates, and noise—
Darkness dressed as fleeting joys.
They steal your peace, they drain your poise.
Turn inward now, and still the mind,
For time itself destroys, dear Ānanda.

XIII. The True Dharma is Mind-Taming
Dharma is not robes or rite,
But mastering the mind’s wild flight.
No need for temple, monk, or shrine—
Begin where you are, as you are,
And wake to your own light, dear Ānanda.

XIV. Primordial Purity & Boundless Liberation
The unchanging space, pure from the start,
The luminous bliss that tears apart
All chains of thought, all dual art—
Recognize this, your Dharmakāya,
Or spin in samsara’s cart, dear Ānanda.

XV. Homage & Blessing
To my gurus, radiant and kind—
Zhenphen, Rahor, Khenpo—I bow mind.
Through their grace, your heart will find
The bliss of Avalokiteshvara’s call:
'OṂ MAṆI PADME HŪṂ'—
Be gentle with yourself, dear Ānanda.

XVI. A Future Reunion in Potala
Brief our meeting in this fleeting age,
Yet pure lands hold our next engagement.
Trust the law of cause and stage,
And we shall meet where dakinis dance,
In Amitabha’s endless gaze, dear Ānanda.

XVII. A Humble Offering
No Oxford scholar, no Harvard pen—
Just a yogi who’s glimpsed the end.
These rough words, like the old hag’s tooth,
May yet spark wisdom’s living truth.
Take them to heart, and may all beings
Reach Potala’s lotus blooms, dear Ānanda.

—From Rigzin Karma’s Tibetan Notes for His Pupil, Ānanda