And after years of escape and separation / You still recollect those native hills / Those prayer-flags,
Who knows what sunshine / the spring has in its fold for the / soul yearning for its shore
For ages / I have been gone / from the home in the Cold Mountains
From home you have reached / the Horizon here. / From here to another
“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.