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From... Standing with palms joined, whoever praises the Victorious Ones, Will remember their births in all lifetimes. All limbs are adorned with limbs, Endowed with various merits and qualities. The king of men, the king, always makes offerings to them, And in them and among them, one becomes like them. Whoever hears this confession in their ears, They have not done good from one Buddha. Not from two, not from four, not from five, not from ten. Thus, they have not done good from a thousand Buddhas. The chapter on confession from the *Golden Light Sutra*, called the fourth. The *Noble Golden Light Sutra*, called the King of Sutras, is a Mahayana Sutra. Second fascicle. Then, the Bhagavan spoke to the goddess of lineage, Bodhi Samgraha, saying: Goddess of lineage, at that time, at that moment, the king named Golden Hand, with this praise of all the Tathagatas, the source of the lotus, manifestly praised the Buddhas, the Bhagavat, who have passed, will come, and are present. The Victorious Ones who have passed, who have appeared, And who dwell in the ten directions of the world, I prostrate to those Victorious Ones. I praise all those Victorious Ones. The Able One is peaceful, supremely peaceful, completely pure, The body is golden in color, supremely beautiful. In all sounds, the Buddha's speech is melodious, The voice of Brahma, the speech that proclaims supremely. The head of a bee, a peacock, a blue lotus, High blue willow leaves, a bird like a chattering sound. The teeth are white like snow, like a conch shell, Always like gold, supremely beautiful. The eyes are long and high blue, without stain, Like a fully bloomed blue lotus. The tongue is large and good, the color of a lotus, Appearing like a lotus, like the stamen of a lotus. The hair on the face is like a lotus conch shell, Like the color of lapis lazuli, coiled to the right. The moon of the Able One is thin, like a waning moon, The navel of the body is clear like a bee. The high nose bridge is always raised, Soft like gold of a sal tree, the color is good. Always constantly, of all the Victorious Ones, The supreme taste, soft, sacred, supremely excellent. From each pore of the hair, one by one is born, The hairs are born