by the Sixth Panchen Lama, Lobsang Tubten Chokyi Nyima (1883-1937)
Homage to the kind spiritual master
Inseparably one with glorious Kalachakra,
Who has attained to the state of the empty body, with
The great unchanging bliss possessing all excellences
In constant embrace with the beautiful dharmadhatu lover.
To the north of India lies the fabulous land of Shambhala,
With the city of Kalapa a jewel at its heart.
There in its center, seated on a throne studded with gems,
As though riding a magical flying horse
Is Raudra Chakri, Wrathful Holder of the Wheel . . .
Bless me that I may behold you in Shambhala,
Wisely guiding your throngs of devotees.
And when the time comes to tame the barbarians,
May you keep me in your inner circle.
Should I die before achieving enlightenment
May I be reborn in Shambhala, in the city of Kalapa,
And have the good fortune to drink the honey
Of the sublime teachings of the Kalkin Masters.
May I take to completion the profound non-dual message
Of the two yogic stages of tantric practise as taught in the
Guhyasamaja, Yamantaka, Heruka Chakrasamvara, and Kalachakra;
Thus in this very lifetime may I achieve realization of
The clear light and the illusory body of perfect union
Or the empty body conjoined with the unchanging bliss.
Translation by Glen Mullin from The Practise of Kalachakra