On the road
On the road,
I am moved to tears.

Holding in my arms the most beautiful flower in the world.

Before it is withered
Rush quickly

Only to present it to an old man in maroon
He is our Yeshe Norbu 

Our Kundun 


Our Gongsa chog 

Our Gyalwa Rinpoche
On the road, 


Oh, on the road,
I am moved to tears.
Holding in my arms the most beautiful flower in the world.


Present it to him, present it to him.
A wisp of a smile.
These bind the generation tight.