Once I had a home / A paradise called Sun City Lhasa / Once I knew a peaceful moon and blue sky
I miss Lhasa where / The undulating valleys and wide open plains / Are bedecked with a garland of green meadows and trees,
I decided to be on the side of those who don’t want to celebrate. Instead of celebrating Losar, I decided to write this diary.
Amdo Sershul hoards his war stories, / deals them out sparingly to passers-by / in their times of need.
Though most of us have never been to Tibet, the emotional attachment is strong. We’ve settled far and wide but we’re not welcome in our own home.
My Body shivers / My mind is empty / Waves swell restlessly on the ocean
An American buddy of mine, / Journeyed to the Land of Snow. / He drank a mouthful of melted snow
Majestic peaks, crowned with eternal snow / swaying in the blue heavens.