I pay homage to Tārā Proclaiming HŪM.
Seated atop a stainless moon seat, free from the
Faults of the afflictions, your form is the purest of hues,
Exhibiting the luster of untainted, refined gold.
I pay homage to the heroine, the epitome of prajñā.
Out of compassion, you watch over samsāra;
To subdue the unruly, you proclaim HÜM; on the battlefield of
Confused existence, you are victorious over the three poisons.
I pay homage to the wielder of the mudra of the two truths' purity,
As a means to cradle beings in your compassionate fold,
Your right hand displays supreme generosity;
Your left holds a yellow lotus flower.