ཤཱ་རིའི་བུ་བདུད་དྲན་པ་རྨོངས་བྱེད་ཀྱིས་བྱང་ཆུབ་སེམས་དཔའ་སྡོམ་པའི་འཆག་སར་རལ་གྲིའི་སོ་གཏམས་པ་བྱས་པར་གྱུར་པ་དང་། དེས་རལ་གྲིའི་སོ་དེ་ལ་རལ་གྲིའི་སོར་འདུ་ཤེས་བསྐྱེད་ནས་ དེས་བདག་ནི་བག་མེད་པ་ལ་གནས་སོ། ། བདག་ནི་བག་མེད་པ་ལ་གནས་སོ་ཞེས་སྒྲ་ཕྱུང་བ་དང་། སྒྲ་དེས་སྟོང་གསུམ་གྱི་སྟོང་ཆེན་པོའི་འཇིག་རྟེན་གྱི་ཁམས་དབྱངས་ཀྱིས་གོ་བར་གྱུར་ཏོ། ། དེ་ལྟར་ཤཱ་རིའི་བུ་སྟོང་གསུམ་གྱི་སྟོང་ཆེན་པོའི་འཇིག་རྟེན་གྱི་ཁམས་དབྱངས་ཀྱིས་གོ་བར་བྱས་པ་དང་། དེ་ནས་སྟེང་གི་བར་སྣང་ལས་བདུད་ཀྱི་རིས་ཀྱི་ལྷ་བྱེ་བ་བརྒྱ་ཕྲག་སྟོང་གིས་ཀྱེ་མའོ། ། བྱང་ཆུབ་སེམས་དཔའ་ཤི་འཕོས་སུ་མ་གྱུར་ཏོ། ། ཤི་འཕོས་སུ་མ་གྱུར་ཏོ། ། ཞེས་སྒྲ་ཕྱུང་ངོ་། ། ཤཱ་རིའི་བུ་དེ་ནས་བྱང་ཆུབ་སེམས་དཔའ་སྡོམ་པ་དེ་ལྟར་འཆག་པས་སེམས་བསྐྱེད་པ་དེའི་རྗེས་སུ་ཞུགས་ཏེ། ཡང་ཤཱ་རིའི་བུ་ལྷ་དང་བཅས་པའི་སྒྲ་གཉིས་པ་ཕྱུང་བ་དེ་བྱང་ཆུབ་སེམས་དཔའ་སྡོམ་པས་མ་ཐོས་སོ། ། གང་ལྷའི་སྒྲ་དང་། གང་སྡོམ་པའི་སྒྲ་དེ་གཉིས་ཀྱང་བྱང་ཆུབ་སེམས་དཔའ་སྡོམ་པ་ལ་གནས་པས་མ་ཐོས་ཏེ་
“And so, Śāriputra, for a thousand years the bodhisatvas Samvara and Samvarasthita were not overcome by sloth or indolence, even for a moment as brief as a snap of one’s fingers. Never in a thousand years did they feel inclined to rest, thinking, ‘Let’s sleep.’ Never in a thousand years did they wish to lie down, thinking, ‘Let’s relax.’ Never in a thousand years did they squat, except for when they had to urinate or defecate. They would eat and drink standing up, eating only three morsels of food and drinking only from the water bowl. Never in a thousand years did they have any longing for food, nor would they try to acquire food quickly when they were hungry. Never in a thousand years did they eat to excess. Never in a thousand years did they think that the food they were consuming was too sweet, too sour, too salty, too pungent, too bitter, or too astringent, even for a single moment. Never in a thousand years did they pay attention to the appearance of the person they were receiving offerings from, thinking, ‘Who is giving us these offerings? Is it a woman, a man, [MS.98.b] a boy, or a girl?’ Never in a thousand years did they look up at that tree they were sitting under. Never in a thousand years did they change into a second set of robes. Never in a thousand years did any thought of desire, of malice, or of harming others occur to them, even for a single moment. Never in a thousand years did their thoughts stray toward the moon or the sun, their mother or their father, their brothers, their sisters, or their relatives, even for a single moment. Never in a thousand years did they have any inclination at all to live in a house, even for a single moment. Never in a thousand years did they glance up at the moon, the sun, or the stars above. Never in a thousand years did they rely upon clay or wood. Never in a thousand years did they apply butter or oil to their bodies. Never in a thousand years did they have any thought for the delicacy of butter, even for a single moment. Never in a thousand years did they grow weary, even for a single moment. Never in a thousand years did they become discouraged, thinking, ‘We will never be able to attain unsurpassed perfect awakening,’ even for a single moment. Never in a thousand years did they become physically or mentally ill. Never in a thousand years did it occur to them that they should cut their hair. When the Four Great Kings appeared, they anointed their heads and took the hair with them, and with the hair they took they inaugurated a stūpa. Never in a thousand years did the two of them wonder about the appearance of the Great Kings, and whether they would come again in the future. Never in a thousand years did they wish for shade from the scorching sun, or for the sun when it was cloudy. Never in a thousand years were they concerned about covering their bodies during the cold season. Never in a thousand years did they ever say anything of a worldly nature.
Bodhisattva, Buddha, Teachings