དོ་མོད་ཁྱོད་ཀྱིས་ཁབ་འདི་སྤངས་ན་བདག་ལ་དགའ་བདེ་བགྱིད་པ་འདི་ན་འགའ་མ་མཆིས། །
“No longer will I hear the singing of the birds, Or the sweet sound of the flute in the female quarters, Or the sound of songs with propitious lyrics, Which you, One of Infinite Fame, used to hear on waking up.
Light, Reality, Assembly