Once I had a home / A paradise called Sun City Lhasa / Once I knew a peaceful moon and blue sky
Moon-like flowers, / in the majestic medicinal land of snow, / bubbles of joy now mounting up.
The train arrives, a mammoth of shadow, / A dark and slow-moving train;
Tenzing and Ritu travel to Kumbum, Takster, Lhasa, and Sangta in Tibet.
Majestic peaks, crowned with eternal snow / swaying in the blue heavens.
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.