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PRAYER FOR THE HAPPINESS OF TIBET
To our never-failing refuge place, the Three Precious, and [1]
More particularly to the Lord of the Snowlands Avalokiteshvara,
To Reverend Tara, to Guru Padmasambhava, I pray.
Grant the fulfilment of our highest aspirations.
Bless us to fully achieve our Bodhisattva aspirations.
In this age of polluting byproducts we find [2]
As primary and contributing causes both misguided schemes
And disturbances of outer and inner elements,
Resulting in previously unheard-of epidemics of man and beast,
Afflictions by elementals, demons of the dark side — king, snake & planet spirits.
Blight, frost and hailstorms. Failing crops. Battling armies.
Unreliable rain and water supplies. Snowstorms, marmots, mice, droughts,
Earthquakes, fires, oppositions and other types of destruction by the four elements.
And especially troops on the border intent on harming the Teachings.
May these and all other types of damage or harm to our Snowland
Be swiftly alleviated,
vanquished to their very roots.
May all the humans and other inhabitants, the asuras and animals,
As a matter of course give rise to the precious supreme aspiration for Awakening,
And while free of any injurious schemes,
Be filled with thoughts of mutual love.
All the while may the country of Tibet (Bod-yul)
From its center to its boundaries
Be gloriously wealthy in happiness and comfort
And may the Teachings of Buddha flourish and long endure.
By the power of truth invested in the Three Roots, [3] the Victors and Bodhisattvas,
And through the magical force of our purely good higher intentions
Along with all the roots of virtue [4] to be found in nirvana and sangsara,
May we attain the results of this our wish and our prayer.
[Colophon:] The Lama Jamyang Khyentsé Wangpo told me, that seeing how there is such great turmoil these days, he himself was reciting a prayer for the happiness of Tibet six times each day. Saying that I should do so also, since it is very important, I wrote this down in order to refresh my own memory. May the prayer's purpose be achieved.This was written by Lodrö Thayé [Kongtrul] at Tsandra Rinchen Drag in the waxing phase of the moon in the morning hours. Just so may it be achieved.
C. Macaulay, Report of a Mission to Sikkim and the Tibetan Frontier, Bengal Secretariat Press (Calcutta 1885). Reprint (Kathmandu 1977). The entire book has been placed on an internet archive. Look here.
H.A. Iggulden, The 2nd Battalion Derbyshire Regiment in the Sikkim Expedition of 1888, S. Sonnenschien (London 1900). Archived here.
Richard Barron (Chökyi Nyima, Chos-kyi-nyi-ma), translator, The Autobiography of Jamgön Kongtrul, Snow Lion (Ithaca 2003). Translation of The Autobiography of 'Jam-mgon Kong-sprul Blo-gros-mtha'-yas, Kandro (Bir 1973). Bibliography here.
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N.L. Nornang & L. Epstein, “Correspondence Relating to the Anglo-Tibetan War of 1888,” Journal of the Tibet Society, vol. 2 (1982), pp. 77-104, at p. 78:
Those called foreigners, such as these, do not tolerate the perfect wealth of others. Hence, except for whatever lands and peoples they can conquer in all neighboring nations through deceit and coercion, they are widely known to be evil deceivers, not of the sort that have learned contentment to their desires and the good customs of shame, modesty and prudence which are suitable as the mark of a great nation.
- From a letter drafted by the Tibetan Cabinet (Kashag) to the Bhutanese Regent, dated 1888.
Dibyesh Anand, “Strategic Hypocrisy: The British Imperial Scripting of Tibet’s Geopolitical Identity,” Journal of Asian Studies, vol. 68, no. 1 (February 2009), pp. 227-252 at p. 234:
If one reads accounts from the period carefully, it is clear that there was a visible fear of British imperialism inside Tibet. For instance, Macaulay was informed in 1885 that “all would go well if they [the Tibetans] did not fear that the English would take their country.” Even when this “fear of foreigners” was recognized, it was seen as irrational, backward, medieval, and hence wrong. The hegemonic imperial ethos prevented most commentators from accepting this fear as borne out of a legitimate understanding of the nature of modern Western imperialism.
Line 10: read btsa' instead of rtsa.
In the colophon: read bsnyel in place of bsnyes.§ § § § §
Now I whole-heartedly recommend a visit to Early Tibet blog where you will find a much older prayer for the happiness of Tibet.
7 comments:
Thanks for putting up this nice translation, and the link to prayer from 1,000 years or so earlier. A nice rten 'brel - perhaps it will be beneficial in some way.
S.
bris pa ji bzhin 'grub par gyur cig
yathāsiddhirastu
Dear Dan!
Thank you for your nice translation. I find it very accurate.
Only for bra I have always favoured the great B. H. Hodgson's Tibetan Snow Pig
(Marmota himalayana). It's just a question of personal taste and whether one
prefers pork to marmot, isn't it?
But I am writing for another reason. Since you have shared with us your interest in Tibetan
poetry, I'd like to send you an English poem in return. It concerns the journey undertaken by
Colman P. L. Macaulay (1848-1890), to whom and whose published travelogue of 1885 you refer in your blog.
The poem was written by Macaulay himself, and it has been reproduced in Das' Indian Pandits in the Land of Snow in 1893.
It is a nice coincidence that here we have two poems, one written by a Tibetan master, the other composed by his
imperialistic coeval. (And watch out for "Sarat Chandra, hardy son of soft Bengal... friend of the Tashu Lama's line,
whose eyes have seen the gleaming shrine Of holy Lhassa, came to show the wonders of the land of snow.")
Ever yours,
Arno N.
[I had to shorten it, not enough space]
A Lay of Lachen
By Colman P.L. Macaulay (1848-1890)
The purple shadows upward crept
On Sikkim's mountains blue,
The snows their solemn vigil kept
Those stately watchers true.
The frosted peaks of Chola gleamed.
Broken and bare and bold,
On the glittering crest of Kinchin streamed
The sun-light clear and cold.
The fleeting clouds brief shadows flung
On mighty Junnoo's brow, or hung
On Pindim's forehead near;
And Donkia's beetling bastions frowned
A silent warning far around:
No foot may venture here.
The light air bore the sullen roar
Of Rungit rushing by;
And Bengal's Lord in thought was deep
As he gazed across the mountains steep
And he spake his counsel high:-
"No travellers come from far Tibet,
From the mystic land no tidings yet
For many a month are sent;
No more the tinkling bells ring clear
On Lingtu's heights, by Bedden's mere;
On Jelep's path no step resounds
No smoke at even upward bounds
From weary trader's tent.
Do thou, Macaulay, ready make,
To Sikkim's Chief my greeting take
And see his father's solemn pact
Is true fulfilled in word and act.
And hie thee to the frontier far,
Journey towards the Northern Star,
Speak fair the Lord of Kambajong
And seek his friendship new.
The path is steep, the road is long,
But the purpose high and true.
Say that you cross the snow drifts sad
But to seek the grasp of friendship's hand,
We wish but the welfare of the land
To make both peoples glad."
Macaulay took his Chief's commands,
And, for that the city was long and steep,
And the ice was thick and the snow was deep,
And the wind that blows across the sands
Of Tartary is biting keen
He called companions three
To go with him across the sheen
Of the snow fields wild and free.
First genial Evans — wisest he
Of all wise lawyers, and his place
At Bar and Board is ever high,—
Sage in council, for a space
Fled from the wiles of Dorson's race
And Rent Bill papers dry,
To breathe the air of Sikkim free,
To wander by her purling rills
And seek the beauty of her hills
The blueness of her sky.
And Paul who Sikkim loves so well
That still the native chieftains tell,
With kindly smile and grasp of hand,
That of the Sahib log who cross
The Rungit's silver fall,
None know the story of their land,
None can its meaning understand,
As does that Sahib tall.
And cheery Gordon, blithe and gay,
Sang as they toiled along the way
To Tibet's frontier far;
That soldier minstrel whose guitar
By Lachen's stream or Lushai hill
Has often cheered the camp, and still
Is heard in Cooch Behar.
And in the vales of Sikkim lone,
As gay he bought her brooch or zone.
Did many a maiden fair
Sigh, as she brushed a tear away,
"He will not buy what eke he may;
"He buys all things throughout the land,
"Oh, would he only buy my hand,
"That soldier debonnair! "
And Sarat Chandra, hardy son
Of soft Bengal, whose wondrous store
Of Buddhist and Tibetan lore
A place in fame's bright page has won,
Friend of the Tashu Lama's line,
Whose eyes have seen the gleaming shrine
Of holy Lhassa, came to show
The wonders of the land of snow.
[...]
Those comrades four may tell the tale
Of how they trod fair Lachen's vale,
So lovely and so long.
And how they braved the withering gale
And lay beneath the snowpeaks pale
At lonely Giagong.
[for full text see here]
Dear Arno,
Nice to hear from you after all these months.
It certainly strikes you, the big difference between the two more-or-less contemporaneous poems —
One a happy-go-lucky guy abundantly confident in the niceness of his mission, assuring himself that a big welcoming smile is awaiting him on the other side of the border.
The path is steep, the road is long,
But the purpose high and true.
Say that you cross the snow drifts sad
But to seek the grasp of friendship's hand,
We wish but the welfare of the land
To make both peoples glad.
We need trade outlets. They'll understand that, for sure! We aren't the kind of people who gobble up a new swath of god's earth every day for lunch, are we now?
And then the Tibetans stationed on the other side convinced that if that Chiling/Phyi-gling guy's mission goes ahead it will be the end of their Buddhist religion and way of life. Apocalypse now.
Things are always exactly what they seem to us, aren't they? I'm thoroughly convinced they are. Exactly in the way they appear.
Just today I noticed in an old list I once made of pecha-style Tibetan texts that are supposed to be in my personal library the following:
[Kong sprul] Blo gros mtha' yas, Bod yul Bde Smon. Woodblock in 3 leaves in personal collection. Appended is Dus kyi Rgud pa Zhi ba'i Bden tshog Smon lam, by Mi pham 'jam dpal. (But read Bden tshig instead of Bden tshog.)
I searched through all the likely places and couldn't locate the actual three leaves in question anywhere. I believe I must have purchased it on the Barkhor in Tibet over a decade ago. However, I did discover the interesting information that there was a woodblock print (perhaps identical to this one) done by the famous printer, perhaps the most famous Tibetan traditional printer in the mid-20th century, named Parpa Dingriwa (1897-1959). His biography is available, with the title La stod shel dkar rdzong 'og ding ri ba chos rgyan nas rgyal ba'i gsung rab zab mo par bskrun zhus pa'i dkar chag dad ldan thar lam 'dren pa'i shing rta.
On p. 25, in a listing of texts included in a larger volume done during the years 1948 and 1949 is this title and author: 'jam mgon blo gros mtha' yas kyi gsung bod yul bde ba'i smon lam.
Well, Tibetanists will agree with me that this is without one whit of a doubt none other than the Prayer for the Happiness of Tibet by Jamgon Kongtrul.Rinpoche.
Maybe there is somewhere else I can look. Let's see now ...
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