On that day, I closed my eyes in the fragrant fog of the temple, and suddenly I heard you praising the truth in the Buddhist scriptures.
That January, I shook all the prayer tubes, not to cross over, but to touch your fingertips.
That year, I kowtowed on the mountain road, not to see you, but to stick to your warmth.
At that time, I turned the landscape into a stupa, not to repair the afterlife, but to meet you on the road.
That January, I gently turned all the prayer tubes, not to cross over, but to touch your fingerprints.
That year, I kowtowed and hugged the dust, not for the Buddha, but for your warmth.
At that time, I searched all over the mountains, not to repair the afterlife, but to meet you on the road.
It was only that night that I forgot everything, abandoned my faith, and abandoned reincarnation.
Just because the rose that once cried in front of the Buddha has long lost its former glory.
At that moment, I raised my horse not to beg for happiness, but to wait for your arrival.
On that day, I closed my eyes and suddenly heard the true words in your Ode to Scripture in the fragrant fog of the temple.
On that day, the Mani Pile was built not for Xiu De, but to throw stones at the Heart Lake.
That night, I listened to Brahma sing all night, not for enlightenment, but for you.
In January that year, I shook all the prayer tubes, not to cross over, but to touch your fingertips.
That year, I kowtowed to climb the mountain, not to see you, but to stick to your warmth.
I've climbed over mountains and water pagodas all my life, not to repair the afterlife, but to meet you on the road.
At that moment, I soared to immortality, not for immortality, but for your peace and happiness.
The author of this poem is the sixth Dalai Lama-Cangyang Gyatso.
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Cangyang Gyatso (Tibetan:; Tshangs-dbyangs-rgya-mtsho1683.03.01706.11.15), the sixth Dalai Lama, France.
In the 22nd year of Kangxi (1683), Cangyang Gyatso was born into a serf family in Wujianlin Village, Xiayusong District, Yunala Mountain, southern Tibet. His father is Tashi Tenzin and his mother is Tsewang Ram. This family has believed in Ma Ning Buddhism for generations. In the thirty-sixth year of Kangxi (1697), Bati Sanjay Gyatso, the then Regent of Tibet, was recognized as the reincarnation of the Fifth Dalai Lama. In the same year, under the auspices of Sanjay Gyatso, a ceremony was held in Potala Palace. It was abolished in the forty-fourth year of Kangxi (1705), and it is said that it died in the forty-fifth year of Kangxi (1706).
Cangyang Jiacuo is the most representative folk song poet in Tibet. He wrote many delicate and sincere poems, the most classic of which is the Tibetan woodcut version of Cangyang Jiacuo's Love Song of Lhasa.
Baidu Encyclopedia-Cangyang Jiacuo