Dear Dondrup Gyal
Do you hear me?

There are these who say
You are a hero of our nation.
There are these who say
You are a disgrace to our ancestors.
There are these who say
You were a victim of our society.

I said
You are yourself,
A fire which burned within the ice
You have never raised your head in arrogance
But shed a pool of tears for our people.
You would disagree with this.
This is your character.

You understood that the snow mountains are white,
You knew that the sky belongs to birds.
Therefore you never grew despondent.
Despite the tears of compassion you wept.

You arrived here as ordinary life,
From a remote and distant place.

And now a smile spreads across your face.
For now you have departed for
Another remote and distant place.