Homage to you, Tara

Homage to you, Tara, the swift heroine,

Whose eyes are like the instant flash of lightning,

Whose water-born face arises from the blooming lotus

Of Avalokiteshvara, protector of the three worlds. 

Homage to you, Tara, whose face is like

One hundred full autumn moons gathered together,

Blazing with the expanding light

Of a thousand stars assembled. 

Homage to you, Tara, born from a golden-blue lotus,

Whose hands are beautifully adorned with lotus flowers,

You who are the embodiment of giving, joyous effort, asceticism,

Pacification, patience, concentration and all objects of practice.

Homage to you, Tara, the crown pinnacle of those thus gone,

Whose deeds overcome infinite evils,

Who have attained transcendent perfections without exception,

And upon whom the sons of the Victorious Ones rely. 

Homage to you, Tara, who with the letters Tuttara and Hum

Fill the (realms of) desire, direction and space,

Whose feet trample on the seven worlds,

And who are able to draw all beings to you. 

Homage to you, Tara, venerated by Indra,

Agni, Brahma, Vayu and Ishvara,

And praised by the assembly of spirits, raised corpses,

Gandharvas and all yakshas.

Homage to you, Tara, whose Trad and Phat

Destroy entirely the magical wheels of others.

With your right leg bent and left outstretched and pressing,

You burn intensely within a whirl of fire. 

Homage to you, Tara, the great fearful one,

Whose letter Ture destroys the mighty demons completely,

Who with a wrathful expression on your water-born face

Slay all enemies without an exception.

Homage to you, Tara, whose fingers adorn your heart

With the gesture of the sublime precious three;

Adorned with a wheel striking all directions without exception

With the totality of your own rays of light.

Homage to you, Tara, whose radiant crown ornament,

Joyful and magnificent, extends a garland of light,

And who, by your laughter of Tuttara,

Conquer the demons and all of the worlds. 

Homage to you, Tara, who is able to invoke

The entire assembly of local protectors,

Whose wrathful expression fiercely shakes,

Rescuing the impoverished through the letter Hum.

Homage to you, Tara, whose crown is adorned

With the crescent moon, wearing ornaments exceedingly bright.

From your hair knot the buddha Amitabha

Radiates eternally with great beams of light.

Homage to you, Tara, who dwells within a blazing garland

That resembles the fire at the end of this world age;

Surrounded by joy, you sit with your right leg extended

And left withdrawn, completely destroying all the masses of enemies. 

Homage to you, Tara, with hand on the ground by your side,

Pressing your heel and stamping your foot on the earth;

With a wrathful glance from your eyes you subdue

All seven levels through the syllable Hum.

Homage to you, Tara, O happy, virtuous and peaceful one,

The very object of practice, passed beyond sorrow.

You are perfectly endowed with Svaha and Om,

Overcoming completely all the great evils. 

Homage to you, Tara, surrounded by the joyous ones,

You completely subdue the bodies of all enemies;

Your speech is adorned with the ten syllables,

And you rescue all through the knowledge-letter Hum

Homage to you, Tara, stamping your feet and proclaiming Ture.

Your seed syllable itself in the aspect of Hum

Causes Meru, Mandhara and the Vindya mountains

And all the three worlds to tremble and shake. 

Homage to you, Tara, who holds in your hand

The hare-marked moon like the celestial ocean.

By uttering Tara twice and the letter Phat

You dispel all poisons without an exception. 

Homage to you, Tara, upon whom the kings of the assembled gods,

The gods themselves and all kinnaras rely;

Whose magnificent armour gives joy to all,

You who dispel all disputes and bad dreams.

Homage to you, Tara, whose two eyes – the sun and the moon –

Radiate an excellent, illuminating light;

By uttering Hara twice and Tuttara,

You dispel all violent epidemic diseases.

Homage to you, Tara, adorned by the three suchnesses,

Perfectly endowed with the power of serenity,

You who destroy the host of evil spirits, raised corpses and yakshas,

O Ture, most excellent and sublime!

source: Lama Yeshe