Melodious Tambura of Delight

Melodious Tambura of Delight[1]

A Guide to Māratika Cave, Supreme Site of Immortality

by Chatral Sangyé Dorjé Rinpoche

Namo Guru Deva Ḍākinyai!

To the essence of appearance, Padma Amitāyus,
To emptiness itself, Great Mother Tārā, clothed in white,[2]
And to the three root long-life deities[3] in mudrā of union,
Humbly, to all of you I bow!
Bestow the empowerment of immortal life!

North of Bodhgaya’s Vajra Seat — hub of this world —
The magnificent sacred site renowned as Haleshi
Lies amidst the rocky mountain wild.
Listen closely now with joy, as I describe:

Outwardly, the site of Śiva and Umā's delightful play,
Inwardly, the great palace of Cakrasaṃvara,
Secretly, the boundless mansion of the immortal long-life deities,
And most secretly the Akaniṣṭha Dharmadhātu —
Sukhāvatī, realm of great bliss.

Previously, when Rigdzin Padma Tötreng Tsal
Was staying in the cave with the enchanting Lady Mandāravā,
Engaged with her in secret practices of mudrā,
From Buddha Amitāyus, Boundless Life, they received empowerment,
Bestowing on them the gift of immortal longevity.

With their bodies they transcended all of birth, death, age, and sickness,
And even now they still remain, in the southwest, taming rākṣasas
And sending forth in streams their boundless emanations
To benefit beings for as long as saṃsāra endures.

Later, from the brow of Songtsen Gampo — Avalokiteśvara in person —
There emanated forth the bhikṣu Akarma.
When putting up a statue of the Eleven-Headed in the Jokhang,
Akarma sought special substances and relics to place inside.

On his quest, he miraculously reached the cave of Māratika,
Where he had visions of deities gathered all around.
Naming it the “Practice Cave, Maṇḍala of Splendid Qualities,”
His voice rose, melodious, in songs of praise.
This event alone is proof of Māratika’s greatness.

When the tīrthika known as Śaṅkara Ācārya
Brought harm to the Buddhist teachings in Nepal and India,
Many ancient sites and objects were destroyed and scattered.
His followers claiming them as sites of Śiva.

Today people make pūjās and offerings of tridents, 
Bells and bangles in profusion, thousands of butter lamps,
Flowers and incense, the three whites — milk, butter, yogurt.
Neither blood offerings nor animal sacrifice ever happen here.

From dawn to dusk they sound all kinds of drums, cymbals, conches —
A reverberating ruckus of clamour and drones —
Making offerings to the worldly pantheon of deities,
Brahmā, Viṣṇu, Mahādev and the rest.

They discriminate by caste, from brahmin down to śūdra,
Restricting permission to enter the cave.
Adhering still to their ancient traditions,
They force lower castes to sit near the entrance.

When the brahmins are in the cave, performing their pūjās
On auspicious days, like the tenth of the waxing and waning moon,
I have seen them making offerings with their coloured sand maṇḍalas
And have watched their great rituals of fire.

And so, since all beings have their individual perspectives,
It is not right to revile them as having wrong view;
We must train in pure perception, with respect, and speak nicely.
Contempt towards gods and humans is a basis for misfortune.

To foster inspiration at the very outset,
I am offering these accounts of the cave at Māratika.
Let all doubts regarding this place be herewith dispelled
And confidence aroused in Buddhists and non-Buddhists in equal measure.

E ma! Having touched on just a few of the qualities of this place,
There’s little room for argument among the narrow-minded;
As is said in the commentaries — and for good reason —
“Well-said words, even from a child, should be heeded and adopted.”

Upon seeing this great place, one cannot help but be astonished.
Just hearing its name will sow the seed of liberation.
Merely bringing it to mind dispels the danger of untimely death.
And by prostrating, circumambulating, and making offerings here,
You will perfect and accumulate an ocean of merit.

The broad sky is vast, like an eight-spoked wheel;
The ground like a blossoming lotus,
Eight-petalled, fully open, its heart pointing skyward;
The sun and moon reach everywhere,
And the climate is temperate.

In the front of this place, a stream trickles down,
A self-arisen hall at its centre —
Lofty and spacious, with room for a thousand people.
And a circular skylight spiralling above —
The single bindu.

Myriad trees and vegetation grow from solid rock.
Within the cave, self-manifest, are statues and mudrās,
Seed-syllables beyond number, and symbolic implements,
All pertaining to the peaceful and wrathful deities.

In particular, this great holy site is studded with stone liṅgas.
Symbolic forms, they range in size from six feet to six inches.
Naturally arisen, glowing, white and smooth, they glisten.
On auspicious occasions, drops of amṛta drip down.

The cave has many entrances, showing one’s good and bad karma:
Doorways which are paths to the lower realms
And those to higher realms, the path of liberation.

Below the site, facing southwest, there is a small, secluded entrance,
But, once inside, the atmosphere is lofty and spacious —
A place large enough to accommodate a hundred.

There are symbols inside of enlightened body, speech, and mind —
Such as mudrās, footprints, and pure white conch shells,
And all self-arisen. What a marvel!
When those of fortunate karma come, dew-drops of nectar glisten.
And, since the skylight’s opening is completely unimpeded,
It is praised as a site for the practice of phowa —
Transference to the Khecara realm.

On the roof of the large cave, a group of bats reside —
Like great meditators, hidden away,
Ceaselessly reciting mantras. (One can hear the sounds of tsé and bhrum.)[4]
For yogis on the path, this is truly excellent —
A place to practice deity, mantra and luminosity.

This is just a droplet from Māratika’s ocean of good qualities,
Given with the thought of benefiting others.
Like a wish-fulfilling jewel, an excellent vase, a tree of wishes,
The fruit of what you pray for here will ripen, never failing.

When we siblings, Uḍḍiyāna’s followers, come to this place,
In general, we should seek to gather the accumulations,
Purify obscurations, practice approach and accomplishment,
Offer gaṇacakras, perform homa,
And make an ocean of every kind of offering.
In particular, we should strive in long life practices,
And in stability of life and healing ceremonies.

Through these words I have written, may temporary obstacles be pacified —
Obstacles such as untimely death and so forth —
For beings vast in number as the farthest reaches of space.
Ultimately, may we accomplish the Protector Amitāyus,
And guide all wandering beings to that very same state.

Through the power of the truth and the marvellous compassion
Of all the auspicious ones, the Conquerors and their children,
May all decline and discord be utterly banished,
May glory and splendour remain forever,
And, day and night, auspiciousness abound!

Daughter of noble family, Sarasvatī Devī, offered a stainless white scarf with a sheet of writing parchment, saying, “Please compose a praise to this site.” Thus, the ever-wandering old man Sangyé Dorjé, on an auspicious day during the 10th month of the Fire Tiger year, wrote this guide between sessions while at the supreme sacred site of Māratika (in Tibetan, Chiwatarché), “Destroyer of Death.” Śubhaṃ!

| Samye Translations, 2017. (Translated by Peter Woods and Stefan Mang with reference to Zach Larson’s original translation[5] and with the kind editorial assistance of Ngawang Drakpa. Edited by Libby Hogg.)