The whole poem is as follows:
Beauty is not born from mother, but from peach tree.
I hate peach blossoms falling easily, and falling flowers are more affectionate than you.
When you calm down, stop to repair the concept, and you can think of the lover hanging in the present.
How difficult is it to become a Buddha if you learn the Tao from this heart?
We are United, although this life is short and touching,
Yushu was still a teenager the day he met Qing near-re-embodiment.
Regardless of the impermanence of life and death, they turn to death one by one.
Extremely smart, full of wisdom, lamenting that he is always at a loss here.
The wild horse on the mountain is difficult to tame, and the machine trap can still control him.
Sigh that the avatar is empty and can't subdue the pillow person.
I want to be with you by the green window, and I regret my mistakes in my life.
I want to go to the jungle with a bowl, and I feel bad about beautiful women.
Sit still, watch the dharma, open your eyes, and pray for Sambo to step down.
Have you ever seen a saint in the scenery? Don't bring your lover.
Go into the mountains to worship Taoist, please explain the reason.
If you think too much, your spirit will go green.
I was worried that my passion would harm Brahma, but I was afraid to leave the whole city after I entered the mountain.
There is peace in the world, so you can live up to the Tathagata.
(Note: The original text is in Tibetan, and this poem was translated into Chinese by Mr. Zeng Biao)