Petition for the Buddha-Crown rite佛頂道場疏
云云。世雄希現。優鉢華之開敷。法藏最尊。摩尼寶之照耀。眷惟眇質。叨襲丕基。安定厥邦。顧乏恭明之德。歸依於佛。佇蒙覆護之慈。㳙選良辰。灑淸梵宇。峙方壇之四角。祗展香科。披戒服之七條。競揚祕句。耳纔經玉音之妙。頂若受金手之摩。伏願甘露普霑。眞風遠暢。如山益固。享祚業之靈長。置器不危。擁國家之帖泰。
And so forth. That the hero of the world appears but rarely is like the blooming of the udumbara flower; that the storehouse of the Law stands highest of all is like the shining of the mani jewel.
Looking back, with this worthless body I have presumed to succeed to the great foundation. I would bring peace to this land, yet I see how my reverent and bright virtue falls short. I turn and lean upon the Buddha, waiting to receive the compassion that covers and guards.
Choosing out a good day, we sprinkle and sweep the pure monastery, build high the four corners of the square altar, and reverently set forth the rite of incense; putting on the seven-strip robe that keeps the precepts, we vie in sending up the secret phrases. The marvel of those jade-like sounds has barely passed through our ears, and already it is as though our crowns had received the stroking of a golden hand.
Prostrate, we pray that the sweet dew may moisten all around and the true teaching spread far. Make us firmer still, like a mountain, so that the state's blessing and work may enjoy a divinely long span; and as a vessel set down is in no danger, so enfold this land in peace and great tranquillity.