Passing over the lofty mountains,
Fluttering the prayer flags,
Highland gale carried
The unparalleled melody of a shepherd’s flute.
He sings the song thou hath long ago sung.
Boughs bowed, rivulet skipped a breath.
In a poignant mute, I hearken to
Thy immense songs of glowing beauties and wisdom.
Thou gave warmth to the snow
And height to the everest.
But when thy soaring wings
Reached the sky and touched the stars,
Thou confront a party…a people
Who hold back thy’s breath
In the pain of eternal silence.
O!! Dhondup Gyal
Death hath not done to you,
For thy’s verses are full of life,
And transcend the earthly bound
Of time and space.
Snow bore thy’s indelible marks,
Even winds call thy’s name.
Youth of Tibet are on feet
To move mountains
And march towards Freedom.
Thou shall now rest in complete peace
On the cozy lap of the eternal king.
Woke sometime and watch
The gallant forward march
Of the doughty youth of Tibet.
beautifully composed.(just my little addition)
(the day long awaited shall come
sooner than thou anticipated
we shall rejoice again
hearken to thy pristine melody
that we cherished for decades
Aushi la….thanks for nice addition…
Its expressively composed. And it has been a great pleasure to see through this website!!! Bod-gyalo!!!
Thanks for the share!
Nancy.R
it is amazine………………i love it.
Brilliantly expressed.
ohh nice poem Genla … i really got to my height while going through the lines …. thinking unwinkingly…..recaping by closing my eyes…..i was lost in melody…
such a beautiful poem that missed my hero Dhondup gyal, the king of Tibetan verses.
He will rejoice on the top of lofty mountains.
gen thank you such a wonderful peom