By the clear compassion of Maitreya,
May we reap the rich harvest of victory.
And cool the sufferings of karma and delusions.
O Maitreya, Incomparable Lord,
This fortunate aeon's fifth Buddha,
Inspire me and every sentient being
With the touch of your arm of compassion.
In the presence of the Master,
Whose eyes blaze with light,
I kneel down, hands joined, and pray
That the promise of the Throne,
Like a carving in adamant,
May never perish,
And the fruit of reciting your mantra
May be experienced.
O Protector, you emancipate
From the world's boundless sufferings.
I constantly seek refuge in you,
My able captain.