Pulsing with Splendor,
with Arthat at my side
and Amytaba at my back
and Akshobhya in my heart
I need no wings to fly high
above the misty skies

With nothing but my bare hands
I shape the dreams of thousands

With Yataka at my side
and Sakys on my back
and Altan Kahna in my eyes
I crawl and yet disdain the perils

With nothing but my bare hands, pulsing with Splendor
I pulverize the columns of Sakyamune