Two Pure Land Sutras
The Smaller Pureland Sutra Thus did I hear Seven fine nets, seven rows of trees All of jewels made, sparkling and fine; Once the Buddha at Shravasti dwelt That's why they call it Perfect Bliss In the Jeta Anathapindika garden Together with a multitude of friars There are lakes of seven gems with One thousand two hundred and fifty Water of eightfold merit filled Who were arhats every one And beds of golden sand, As was recognised by all. To which descend on all four sides Gold, silver, beryl and crystal stairs. Amongst them... Shariputra the elder, Great Maudgalyayana, Pavilions and terraces rise above Maha-kashyapa, Gold, silver, beryl and crystal Maha-katyayana, Maha-kausthila, White coral, red pearl and agate gleaming; Revata, Shuddi-panthaka, And in the lakes lotus flowers Nanda, Ananda, Rahula, Large as chariot wheels Gavampati, Pindola Bhara-dvaja, Give forth their splendour Kalodayin, Maha-kapphina, Vakkula, Aniruddha, The blue ones radiate light so blue, and many other disciples The yellow yellow, each similarly great. Red red, white white and All most exquisite and finely fragrant. And, in addition, many bodhisattva mahasattvas... Oh Shariputra, the Land of Bliss Manjushri, prince of the Dharma, Like that is arrayed Ajita, Ganda-hastin, Nityo-dyukta, With many good qualities Together with all such as these And fine adornments. Even unto Shakra the king of devas With a vast assembly of celestials There is heavenly music Beyond reckoning. Spontaneously played And all the ground is strewn with gold. At that time Blossoms fall six times a day Buddha said to Shariputra From mandarava, “Millions of miles to the West from here, The divinest of flowers There lies a land called Perfect Bliss Where a Buddha, Amitayus by name In the morning light, Is even now the Dharma displaying.
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