Tibetan Book of the Dead

(2)
When wandering alone, parted from loving friends,
When the shapes of mine empty thought-forms dawn upon me here,
(May the) Buddhas, exerting the power of their divine compassion,
Cause it to come that there be neither awe nor terror in the Bardo.

(7)
When the roarings of savage beasts are uttered,
Let it come that they be changed into the sacred sounds of the Six Syllables;
When pursued by snow, rain, wind, and darkness,
Let it come that I see with the celestial eyes of bright Wisdom.

(12)
In all various lores, great, small, and intermediate,
Let it come that I be able to obtain mastery merely upon
hearing, reflecting, and seeing;
In whatever place I be born, let it be auspicious;
Let it come that all sentient beings be endowed with happiness.

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