The Weed

It's hard to be born as human;
it's harder still encounter the Buddha when he appears in the world.
It's like in the case of a blind turtle who,
in the midst of the ocean, can hit the hole in a piece of floating wood.
I now offer food and pray that I will attain the unsurpassed reward,
that I will destroy the bonds of illusion,
and that it (the illusion) no more will be strong.
I do not seek here to gain a heavenly body.
Even if I had gained it, my mind would not be satisfied.
The Tathagata accepts this offering of mine.
Nothing could ever please me more.
It is like in the case of a stinking weed,
but which exudes a fragrance of sandalwood.
I am the weed.

Read More on the Nirvana Sutra, Chapter 2 - On Cunda.