This is a poem that i composed last year. I like it very much that i have tried to make it synonym to our greatest saviour H H the 14th Dalai Lama. It represents his will on my view.
The queen of ranges
Nobody knows who created you
With the highest of the high peaks
Nobody knows who will destroy you
Season after season and year after year
Your serene beauty of whiteness remains fresh
Your are the whitest of whites
Purest of pure and mightiest of all might!
I wish I could see your majesty
If I could climb your august chest and your summit
I wish I could explore you
If I could study the depth of your vastness!
You identify the world of ranges
As how wide your ranges stretch!
You identify the world of altitude
As how high stands your Everest!
The passes you have and
The resources you own
The popularity you enjoy and
Too much fame you attract in!
It's your pride
It's your gift
It's your fate
It's your life
How wonderful you are!
Giving a protective bound to Tibet
Imparting a sense of defense and security
One could never easily pass you!
How great and glorious you are!
Let's shine under your sparkle of purity
Inspiring hearts of your admirers
Never show us a false impression
How glorious your strength is!
Never with a thought of brutality
How wide you spread your greatness!
Never causing any kind of damage
I appreciate your fame,
You grant a sense of inspiration
I wonder of glorious strength
That has never been misused!
You are the only symbol
Of majesty and peace
Synonymous to a pure Tibetan heart
The overflowing kindness of Buddhism
You are the most obedient
Follower of the majesty of peace!
Poetry by Yeshi Paljor
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Written on 2007-02-16 at 06:39
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HIMALAYAS
Oh! Himalayas......The queen of ranges
Nobody knows who created you
With the highest of the high peaks
Nobody knows who will destroy you
Season after season and year after year
Your serene beauty of whiteness remains fresh
Your are the whitest of whites
Purest of pure and mightiest of all might!
I wish I could see your majesty
If I could climb your august chest and your summit
I wish I could explore you
If I could study the depth of your vastness!
You identify the world of ranges
As how wide your ranges stretch!
You identify the world of altitude
As how high stands your Everest!
The passes you have and
The resources you own
The popularity you enjoy and
Too much fame you attract in!
It's your pride
It's your gift
It's your fate
It's your life
How wonderful you are!
Giving a protective bound to Tibet
Imparting a sense of defense and security
One could never easily pass you!
How great and glorious you are!
Let's shine under your sparkle of purity
Inspiring hearts of your admirers
Never show us a false impression
How glorious your strength is!
Never with a thought of brutality
How wide you spread your greatness!
Never causing any kind of damage
I appreciate your fame,
You grant a sense of inspiration
I wonder of glorious strength
That has never been misused!
You are the only symbol
Of majesty and peace
Synonymous to a pure Tibetan heart
The overflowing kindness of Buddhism
You are the most obedient
Follower of the majesty of peace!
Poetry by Yeshi Paljor
Read 436 times
Written on 2007-02-16 at 06:39
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