Oṃ

In the sublime realm of Potala, The green syllable TĀṂ arises. Mother of the enlightened activity of the Buddhas of the three times, Crown ornament of Amitābha, We pray: please come with your retinue.

The gods and asuras, with crowns adorned, Reverently kneel and hold your lotus feet; You who deliver all impoverished mothers, I bow to you, the Mother of Liberation.

Oṃ, I pay homage to Tārā, the swift and courageous one, Tuttāre, you who dispel all fears, Ture, you who bestow all supreme meanings, Endowed with Svāhā, to you I offer praise.

Homage to the swift and courageous Mother, Savior, Whose eyes flash with the light of instant lightning, Honored by the beings of the three realms, with a lotus face, Emanating majestic grace from a sublime blossom.

I pay homage to the Mother of the Hundred Autumns' Bright Moon, Whose immaculate face shines universally, perfectly illuminating all. Like a thousand constellations gathered together at once, Her sublime majestic radiance surpasses them.

Homage to the Mother of the color of finest gold, Adorned with the supreme splendor of a wondrous lotus in hand, Bestowing diligence, gentle, serene, Enduring, meditative, steadfast, with a mind boundless.

Homage to the Mother of the Buddha's Uṣṇīṣa, Supreme, who fulfills all boundless practices, Whose virtues reach the far shore, leaving nothing behind, Greatly beloved by the victorious Buddha-sons.

Homage to the syllables Tā Ra Hūṃ, Whose sound of love fills all directions and pervades the empty sky, Whose steps tread throughout the sevenfold world, And who fully gather and summon all beings without exception.

Homage to the mother Śiva, Brahmā, and Agni, To the wind gods, the lords of the world, and all assembled, To the Bhūtas, Vetālas, Gandharvas, And all the Yakṣa hosts who offer praise.

Homage to Tārā the Swift One, Who utterly destroys others' harmful actions, With left leg extended and right drawn in, treading upon obstacles, Her crown-knot blazing with intense, brilliant radiance.