The train arrives, a mammoth of shadow, / A dark and slow-moving train;
I dream the / way my / people do always
Forget him not / A little creature / Caged within his prison
Darkness descends / From the sky / Ere sunset
Poem by Tsoltim N Shakabpa: Lest no man knows better / Know ye all / That Tibet is a country
They were in full foliage / The dandelions of Tibet, / When the hail stormed
When a girl of fifteen is not sent to school but is given over to the milk cows; / When a charming, slender girl does not marry but is used by a swindler;
how they took away everything / and left only a handful of / joyless songs on our trembling lips
Independence is the one aspiration that can unite all Tibetans, whether inside or outside Tibet.
There is no time to waste on you / You’re just a wretched peasant
“How can I not return? Our home is there. If we all leave, to whom will Tibet be left?” … Later while Norway — the symbol of the free world — was gradually left behind, two streams of tears silently ran down Nyima Tsering’s bony cheeks.
O Tibet, for millennia you stood alone and aloof / Locked yourself in the embrace / of cold mountain corners
The DÃ©rgÃ© Parkhang Chenmo (Derge Printing Press) in DÃ©rgÃ© County of Kham Region, Tibet, survived through from the beginning the Chinese occupation of Tibet in late 1950s to the Cultural Revolution (1966-1976) and the reconstruction drive in the late 1980’s.
Majestic peaks, crowned with eternal snow / swaying in the blue heavens.
Four decades after the CIA first got involved in Tibet, Roger McCarthy looks back and sums up its outcome: “If we look at what we did to Tibet as about the best that we could do, then I say that we have failed … miserably.”
Ram can claim neither the fire of idealism nor the smokescreen of ignorance to justify his unquestioning promotion of the totalitarian Beijing regime and its colonial hold on Tibet.
If you cross the giant Himalayas / You’ll find my country Tibet
The Potala has never been, with the changing of time and space, so colourful, so odd, and even helpless and sad, as it has been during this half century.
“I am not a creature of enclosed spaces, / I am the invincible spirit of the Changthang.”
Under the lazy sun, I basked / Reminiscing the past of joy and peace.