སྔོན་གྱི་རྒྱལ་བའི་ཡུམ་གྱིས་བརྟེན་པ། ལྷའི་གླུ་དབྱངས་བླངས་པ།
It was a tree to which the wholesome and peaceful gods of the pure realms would bow down and touch with their heads, including their topknots and diadems. Now the queen and her retinue had arrived at this pure and stainless fig tree.
Light, Reality, Assembly