Song by Samtse, Words by Tatse
Translated by BDSonam
The bright yellow sun has
Set behind the freedom hill
Now I cannot put my faith on
This dark and violent storm –
The bright youthful moon is
Suddenly covered by clouds
Now I cannot trust this
Fake moon-like image on water –
My peace-loving lama
Was forced to go into exile
Until I will see him again
I won’t die even when death comes –
Our ancient culture and tradition
I will maintain, promote and renew
In so doing I will sacrifice my life
And I will have no regrets –
When I heard a sky full of tales
About how fathers were killed
Those enemies I will never forget
Even when I attain enlightenment –
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