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.