Vaṭṭaka Paritta The Baby Quail's Protection

Atthi loke sīla-guṇo

Saccaṃ soceyy'anuddayā

Tena saccena kāhāmi

Sacca-kiriyam-anuttaraṃ

There is in this world the quality of virtue,

Truth, purity, tenderness.

In accordance with this truth I will make

An unsurpassed vow of truth.

Āvajjitvā dhamma-balaṃ

Saritvā pubbake jine

Sacca-balam-avassāya

Sacca-kiriyam-akāsa'haṃ

Sensing the strength of the Dhamma,

Calling to mind the victors of the past,

In dependence on the strength of truth,

I made an unsurpassed vow of truth:

Santi pakkhā apattanā

Santi pādā avañcanā

Mātā pitā ca nikkhantā

Jāta-veda paṭikkama

Here are wings with no feathers,

Here are feet that can't walk.

My mother & father have left me.

Fire, go back!

Saha sacce kate mayhaṃ

Mahāpajjalito sikhī

Vajjesi soḷasa karīsāni

Udakaṃ patvā yathā sikhī

Saccena me samo n'atthi

Esā me sacca-pāramīti.

When I made my vow with truth,

The great crested flames

Avoided the sixteen acres around me

As if they had come to a body of water.

My truth has no equal:

Such is my perfection of truth.