That day, I closed my eyes in the fragrant mist of the Sutra Hall,
Suddenly I heard the mantra in your chanting;
That month, I shook all the prayer wheels,
Not for salvation, just to touch your fingertips;
That year, I kowtowed and prostrated on the mountain road,
Not for the audience, just for the warmth of you.
——Tsangyang Gyatso
"In this life, I wish that all the people will live in harmony, I wish that there will be no war in the world, and I wish that lovers will eventually get married."