Brilliant colors of crimson, gold, earthen green and deepest blue. In the ritual fire the body leaves but the teachings remain.
Toss the nectar once again to the flames, Smoke billowing out from the Chorten of cremation. The Sakya school with its great tradition and knowledge, Bids farewell to one of its finest and most venerated elders today. Many have gathered. Many pay their last respects. Lighting the fire is the great Venerable one they call Sakya Trinzin, The great Sakyas, the great clan, a master passes on to the throng and echo of chanting voices.
The heat is fiery hot, flames are powerful and impressive, Gathered in the four directions the masters lead the final farewell. Jigdal Dagchen Rinpoche, your life on this earth now terminated, See all those who have come to respect and honor your life’s work. See all that you have accomplished. See the way they honor and celebrate you.
Fan the flames of the spreading of Dharma. Fan the flames of tradition and respect, your life will be greatly remembered. Fan the great flames of Buddha Dharma, Fan the turning of the Great Wheel, Your clan, your lineage, your students, See the way they honor and celebrate you.
