Wednesday 26 December 2007, by
The Living God ( A Tribute )
I pray thou art to the king of Shambala,
Thou gave soul to human race,
Thou drink sorrows of Tibet,
For 70 years, thou heed no morose.
Oh ! The living God !
Viewing the universe in utter aches,
Prevading the peace in every ear,
Urging the commitment of humanitarian value
Your words of selflessness,
Your words of forgiveness,
Your words of undying spirit,
Echo and thrill within our hearts,
To build the world peace,
To bring back the lost Shangrila.
Oh ! "the noble nature" , "the laureate",
Oh ! "the humble saint", "the core of Mandala",
We Tibetans bow thy feet,
Shower us with beams of blessing,
We to follow the heart of compassion,
We here by an oath to conceive,
To give the best to the lee.
May your life be firmer than the rock,
May your life be longer than the longest river,
May your hair be whiter than the conch shell,
May your words remain as eternal lines.
Published September 2006