The day the white vulture soars in the depths of the sky, You will wonder where the man Rigdrol is. O Fledglings, I feel untold grief for you. In prayer I aspire that we gather in great joy. For this life, take this as the essential point coming to your ears. Speech is indestructible sound like an echo.
Mind is empty, free of material concerns.
On the path with no accepting of good nor rejecting of bad, The conduct of the king of birds is relaxed within itself. Examine in detail this meaning of a hundred flavors. Ki ki so so, gathering of wrathful Wermas. May it be auspicious. Under the guidance of Khenchen Thrangu Rinpoche, translated by Michele Martin, Bodhanath, Nepal, April 1994.