That day
Close your eyes in the fragrant mist of the Sutra Hall
suddenly heard
The mantra in your chant;
that month
I shake all the prayer wheels
not for transcendence
Just to touch your fingertips;
that year
Kowtow and prostrate on the mountain road
Not for audience
Just to be close to your warmth;
that life
Turning around mountains, rivers, and pagodas
Not for the next life
Just to meet you on the way.
——Tsangyang Gyatso (Sixth Lama)