The snow mountain goddess wrapped her shawl tightly
Standing by the blue sea and meditating
Sheep flock and prayer flags in green field
Wandering from the eyes
The wind comes from the west
Tell the story that has been buried in the dust for a long time
It is said that this mountain is the sacred mountain of Mahakala.
The mandala on the top of the mountain is a holy place of liberation
Visiting this place by the Han people can eliminate evils like the sand of the Ganges River
Lucky ones may see the goddess of truth
I will go even if I risk my life for this.
The way to find the truth involves crossing plateau swamps and no-man's land
Travel through the unpredictable world and people's hearts
There were a few pairs of sparse footprints on the road when we arrived.
And the singing grass beside the footprints
Laughing at the ignorance of travelers
It's the singing deer herd and white clouds
It's fragrant camellia tsampa
Or the red monk's robes blooming one after another on the top of the mountain under the sun
In the lingering Sanskrit sounds
Singing the magic of the holy mountain
The goddess stood up with a smile
Her eyes are everywhere
Ice and snow melt, roads bloom, rapids dance
Rainbow builds a golden bridge of memory
Hada rides on the song of dreams to welcome the holy land!