Jamyang Dolma
On that day, I closed my eyes in the fragrant fog of the temple.
I suddenly heard the truth in your hymn.
All the scriptures were shaken out that night.
Not to cross, just to touch your fingertips.
I kowtowed and climbed the mountain that year.
Not for the audience, just for your warmth.
I put mountains, water and stupa.
Not for the afterlife, just to meet you on the road.
I flew at that moment.
Fly to immortality
Not for the afterlife, just for you.
Joy and peace
I flew at that moment.
Not for the afterlife, just for you.
On that day, I closed my eyes in the fragrant fog of the temple.
I suddenly heard the truth in your hymn.
Shake all the prayer tubes that night.
Not to cross, just to touch your fingertips.
I kowtowed and climbed the mountain that year.
Not for the audience, just for your warmth.
I put mountains, water and stupa.
Not for the afterlife, just to meet you on the road.
I flew at that moment.
Fly to immortality
Not for the afterlife, just for you.
Joy and peace
I flew at that moment.
Not for the afterlife, just for you.
Cangyang Gyatso left us 300 years ago. What's more, there are many ways to perceive the sleepy feeling of an ancient Buddhist.
It's not easy! Although, literally, poetry has a paragraph after paragraph, which seems not difficult to understand, every time I read it, I find that,
Have a new understanding. Feelings and great love intertwined in poetry are like omens of rain-Xi Chu Yun.
Rising and sinking.