Beauty is not born in the womb, but in the peach tree. I hate peach blossoms falling easily, and falling flowers are more affectionate than you. When you are quiet, you can stop and practice this concept. It seems that your lover is hanging in the present. How difficult is it to become a Buddha if you learn from this heart? We stick together. Although this life is short and lingering, we will meet again eventually, Yushu boy. I don't care about life and death, just die one by one. I am extremely clever, admire the wisdom of the world, and lament that he is always at a loss here.
The wild horse on the mountain is difficult to tame, and the machine can still control him, sighing that the magical power is empty and can't subdue the people by the bed. I want to pump water through 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 quietly, practice meditation, open your eyes and pray for the arrival of the Three Treasures on the platform. What did the sage see in meditation? Don't bring your lover. Go into the mountains to worship Taoist, please explain the reason. There is no restraint in competing for ideas. I used to think that my lust would harm Brahma, and I was afraid to leave the whole city when I entered the mountain. I am safe in the world and live up to the Tathagata.
About the author:
Cangyang Jiacuo (1683.03.01-1706.1.15), the most representative folk poet in Tibet, wrote many delicate and sincere poems.