The train arrives, a mammoth of shadow,
A dark and slow-moving train;
Rushing high plateau, drills a hole
Through mountain to the heart
Of snow land, like a rage of dragon
Under the blue sky, and then again
Swallowing my home — Lhasa.
See, Potala, engulfed in the darkness
With the smoky vision
And nightmares fever goes under my pillow.
Black shadow comes down, luminous street lights
Steal the butter lamp’s glow
And hellish eyes watch for humble hearts to devour.
Hotel and bar, drug and alcohol
Bring a sickly face to my human mind,
A modern life dwells within an empty city,
As terror of train takes away my home — Tibet.