Extracts from longer Bodhicaryavatara Puja for readings, quotes, additions to a Sevenfold Puja

I offer to them now 
As many flowers and fruits as there are in the world,
As many healing herbs,
As many jewels,
And all waters cool and refreshing.

I offer mountains made of precious stones,
And forest groves to be enjoyed in solitude,
Vines blazing with flowers,
And trees whose branches bend low 
With delicious fruit

Pools and lakes adorned with lotuses,
And the endlessly fascinating cry of wild geese.

I offer rich harvests,
Both wild and those sown by men.
I offer everything that can adorn
Those worthy of worship,
And I offer everything which no-one owns
Within the limitless spheres of space

Conjuring all these in my imagination,
I offer them to the incomparable sages
And to their sons.
Oh compassionate ones,
You who are worthy of the choicest gifts,
Think kindly of me
And accept these offerings of mine.

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For the sake of my likes and dislikes,
I have done many kinds of evil,
I did not remember
That sooner or later,
I must depart this life,
Abandoning all and alone.

What I hate will cease to be,
What I love will cease to be,
I will cease to be,
And all will cease to be.

Night and day,
My life advances to destruction,
Nothing can stop it,
I must surely die.

This very day,
I go for my refuge
To the powerful Protectors,
Whose purpose is to guard the universe,
The mighty conquerors who overcome suffering everywhere.

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Nirvana is the giving up of all 
And it is Nirvana my heart yearns for;
If I am to give up everything
Then let me give it to beings!

I would be a protector
For those without protection;
A guide for those who wander;
A boat, a bridge, a causeway
For those who long for the other shore.

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Just as a blind man may find by chance
A priceless jewel in a heap of refuse,
So, somehow, this Bodhicitta is hidden 
Even in me.

It is the elixir of life
Which destroys death, the destroyer of all;
A limitless treasure to destroy all poverty;

The supreme cure for the world’s sickness;
It is a tree of rest for the wearied world,
Wandering on the road of being.

It is a bridge for all travellers
Passing over the waters of suffering;
It is the hearts waxing moon,
Cooling the heat of passion;

It is a great sun
Dispelling the darkness of the worlds ignorance.
It is fresh butter,
Churned from the milk of the True Dharma.

For the caravan of famished beings
Blundering on the road of existence,
It is a banquet of joy,
Which refreshes completely
All who hunger for happiness.

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May the sound of the Dharma 
Ever be heard
In the song of the birds,
In the whispering of the trees, 
Even in in the dancing sunbeams. 

As long as the existence of space
And as long as the existence of time,
That long may my life
Be devoted to the world’s sorrows.

Only medicine for this suffering world,
May the teaching of the Buddha,
With all honour and glory,
Endure till the end of time.