Author: Cangyang Gyatso (the sixth Dalai Lama)
The whole poem is as follows:
On that day, I closed my eyes in the fragrant fog in the temple.
Suddenly I heard the truth in your hymn.
That January, I shook all the prayer wheels.
Not to cross, just to touch your fingertips.
That year, I kowtowed and climbed on the mountain road.
Not for the audience, just for your warmth.
At that time, I climbed mountains, mountains, waters and pagodas.
Not for the afterlife, but to meet you on the road.
At that moment, I didn't have a blessing that was irrelevant.
Just waiting for your arrival
That night, I listened to Sanskrit singing all night.
Not for enlightenment, just for your breath.
That year, I kowtowed and embraced the dust.
Not to worship Buddha, but to keep your warmth.
At that time, hundreds of mountains were searched.
Not to repair the afterlife, but to meet you on the road.
At that moment, I soared to eternal life.
Not for longevity, but for your happiness and peace.
Extended data:
Creative background:
As a born living Buddha, Cangyang Jiacuo was doomed to be unable to get married in the secular world when he was born, and love was even more elusive to him. But he lived in the secular world for 15 years before he went to the Potala Palace to practice. He must have witnessed a lot of beautiful love and may have been moved. So in the Qing Dynasty, he painted the appearance of love countless times and wrote a poem with profound feelings.
Appreciate:
As the sixth Dalai Lama, Cangyang Gyatso spent every day in practice, but there was always a woman in the author's heart, whether chanting or worshipping, listening to Sanskrit or crossing mountains and seas, which made him unable to concentrate. His practice in this world is the same as that of his lover. No matter what he does, he just loves from the heart and is deeply touching.
References:
Baidu Encyclopedia-"That Me"