སྡིག་ཅན་ངུ་བར་མ་བྱེད་སྨྲེ་སྔགས་མ་འདོན་ཅིག །
The Blessed One then reached down to the ground, and picking up some dust with the tip of his fingernail, he asked wicked Māra, “Wicked one, what do you think?
Light, Reality, Assembly