Murals preside over the walls that stand
Countless eyes protrude man
Consorts aligned and at hand
Await the loss of decay and form
To the elder vessel now unborn

Six deities man the gates of creation
The liminal spaces where phowa resides

Sailing through the fiery rivers
Fortresses of the Dharmapala
Promulgation of psychic continuity

Through the liminal spaces I traverse
Narrow gateway to vast portals
Vortices of the unknown

Yamantaka destroys the cycle
In many forms, the conqueror
Multiplied in nature, stronger than death

Eight in number, they ward
Protectors of the sacred law
Guardians of death
Conquerors of the internal nature
Guardians of death
Die with Phowa