On that day, I closed my eyes in the fragrant fog of the temple and suddenly heard you praise the truth in the Buddhist scriptures;
That January, I shook all the prayer tubes, not to cross, but to touch your fingertips;
That year, I kowtowed on the mountain road, not to see you, but to keep your warmth;
At that time, I went from mountain to water to stupa, not for reincarnation, but to meet you on the road;
On that day, I closed my eyes in the fragrant fog of the temple and suddenly heard you recite the true words in the Buddhist scriptures; ?
That January, I shook all the prayer wheels, not to cross, but to touch your fingertips;
That year, I kowtowed and climbed on the mountain road, not to see you, but to keep 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 night, I listened to Sanskrit singing all night, not to understand, but to find a trace of your breath;
That January, I 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 crossed hundreds of mountains, 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 happiness and peace.
Only that night, I forgot everything, abandoned faith, abandoned reincarnation,
Just because the rose that once cried in front of the Buddha has long lost its former glory. .....
About the author: Cang Yang Jia Cuo, Amenba, the Sixth Dalai Lama, whose legal name is Lausanne Renqin Cang Yang Jia Cuo, is a famous poet and politician in Tibetan history. Cangyang Jiacuo is the most representative folk poet in Tibet. He has created many delicate and sincere poems.
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