བཅོམ་ལྡན་འདས་མཆོག་གི་ཚོགས་ཅན་དེ་བཞིན་གཤེགས་པ་ལ་དགེ་བའི་རྩ་བའི་དངོས་པོ་ཅུང་ཟད་ཅིག་ཞུའོ་སྙམ་པ་དང་། ཤཱ་རིའི་བུ་བཅོམ་ལྡན་འདས་མཆོག་གི་ཚོགས་ཅན་དེ་བཞིན་གཤེགས་པ་དེ་ཉིད་ཀྱི་ཉིན་པར་ཡོངས་སུ་མྱ་ངན་ལས་འདས་ཏེ
“Now, Śāriputra, his father had three palaces made for him: one for the summer, one for the rainy season, and one for the winter. He would reside where the season permitted, and whenever he went from one palace to another, hundreds of thousands of fanfares would accompany him as expressions of honor and reverence. Whenever these instruments were heard, though, the bodhisatva would think only of birth and decay, and when the music stopped he would reflect on how this sound had come about, where it had come from, why it had stopped, and where it had gone to when it ceased. He was not aware of the passage of night and day; he was only aware of impermanence. He did not take any joy in this music. As he did not take any joy in it, Śāriputra, the bodhisatva Smṛtipratilabdha never became attached to these sounds, even after forty thousand years. Even after forty thousand years, he did not take joy in them. Remaining as a householder, he dwelled in the four meditative states and perfected the five superior abilities. Then, from his dwelling, he created a magical emanation and traveled to the place where the tathāgata, arhat, fully accomplished Buddha Agragaṇin was staying in order to ask the Lord, the tathāgata, arhat, fully accomplished Buddha Agragaṇin, about the reality of roots of virtue.
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