The Accomplished One of Nyemo, Ngötrup Gyaltsen, who was a disciple of glorious Thangpa of the Taklung lineage and of the lord of dharma Tüsum Khyenpa, sang this song:
NAMO GURAVE
This yogin cuts the ground and root of mind.
Discursive thoughts are like waves on the ocean.
Although they arise, their essence is empty.
How joyful, this birth of the unborn!
Ah la la, how wondrous is the Accomplished One of Nyemo!
Ah la la, what joy in the snow and slate mountains!
This mind that is meditating
Is like the sky free from clouds.
Free from center and fringe, this essence is empty.
How joyful, this birth of the unborn!
Ah la la, how wondrous is the Accomplished One of Nyemo!
Ah la la, what joy in the snow and slate mountains!
My mind, which has become the dharma,
And my being are continually cleansed like wool.
Wherever it is placed, it is soft and fluffy.
How joyful, this freedom from discomfort!
Ah la la, how wondrous is the Accomplished One of Nyemo!
Ah la la, what joy in the snow and slate mountains!
This yogin has abandoned collecting and hoarding wealth.
This wealth and possessions are like wild deer in an empty valley.
It does not matter whether they are there or not.
How joyful, this utter lack of attachment!
Ah la la, how wondrous is the Accomplished One of Nyemo!
Ah la la, what joy in the snow and slate mountains!
As I wander alone in mountain solitudes,
This appearance is like the roof of Samye.
From whatever direction one looks, what a great sight!
How joyful, these apparent objects arising as empty!
Ah la la, how wondrous is the Accomplished One of Nyemo!
Ah la la, what joy in the snow and slate mountains!
This workable mind
Is like a vulture soaring high in the sky.
It glides in the space of dharmatā as auspicious coincidence.
How joyful, this freedom from hope and fear!
Ah la la, how wondrous is the Accomplished One of Nyemo!
Ah la la, what joy in the snow and slate mountains!
When I dwell in places of solitude,
These apparent objects of the six senses
Are like the spreading of a forest fire.
How joyful, all these arising as companions!
Ah la la, how wondrous is the Accomplished One of Nyemo!
Ah la la, what joy in the snow and slate mountains!
The mind is the essence of emptiness.
Uncorrupted by words,
It is like the moon reflected in water, unattached to appearance or emptiness.
How joyful, this freedom from confusion arising as luminosity!
Ah la la, how wondrous is the Accomplished One of Nyemo!
Ah la la, what joy in the snow and slate mountains!
Ah la la, what delight of this little child in the snow mountains!
Thus, he sang.