All beings have been my mothers, and are in this predicament: their eyes of wisdom are blind; their legs of merit are broken. They are without a guide; they have no walking stick. Again and again, they engage in wrong conduct — they are about to plunge into the abyss. May they be free from suffering and the causes of suffering. May I protect my mothers from all negative actions and their consequences. May I lead them out of cyclic existence, this place of torment.

-- Jetsun Taranatha