I bow at the feet of glorious Phagmo Drupa.Listen, Rinchen Drak, my son.Ka!

At the time of death ...
Worldly activities are a lie,
The eight worldly dharmas are like the color of a rainbow.
Think, can you put your trust in them?

When you see the separation of gathered friends,
The affection of relatives and friends is a lie.
Heart-felt words are like an echo.
Think, can you put your trust in them?

When you see the growth and decline of the four elements of the body,
The illusion of strength and ability is also a lie.
The spring flower of youth.
Think, can you put your trust in it?

When you see the gathering and consumption of wealth,
Clinging and painful accumulation are also lies,
Food and wealth are like dew on a blade of grass.
Think, can you put your trust in them?

When you see the suffering of birth and death,
The happiness of the assemblies of gods and men is a lie.
The joy and suffering of the wheel of samsara.
Think, can you put your trust in them?

To the tree, the father, bodhicitta,
The bias of disciples is a lie.Nonvirtuous and misleading friends.
Think, can you put your trust in them?

When you understand that all sentient beings are your parents,
Attachment to self-cherishing of self-liberation.
Think, can you put your trust in it?

When you become convinced of the cause and result of karma,
The instruction of non-effort is a lie.
Thunder without rain in an empty sky.
Think, can you put your trust in it?

For the guru who has the realization of power and blessings,
The obstacle of maras and error is a lie.
Chattering prayers like a parrot.
Think, can you put your trust in that?

When you realize the nature of your mind,
The three limitless kalpas are also a lie.
The deceptive vehicle of relative truth.
Think, can you put your trust in it?

In the cemetery, gathering relics, are you sad, son, at being alone?
Since nothing lasts and all must die, Rinchen Drak, don't be attached.
If your mind is still attached, transfer it to your guru's heart.