Such a fantasy it is,
to have humans care for others
like mothers for their children.
To see a world in which
people can be as graceful
as doves, and chirp together
like an avis.

It was once said that when
The iron bird flies and ponies ride on wheels,
the inhabitants of the Land of Snow
shall be scattered around the world,
as the path to happiness will wane downward.

The Red Army marched in with a plot to kidnap
The Precious Conqueror: brightest light in this world,
The foremost leader of its people.

After the Ocean of Wisdom fled across the Himalayas into exile,
the Red snake shed the blood of devout monks,
tore down sanctuaries,
and recruited individuals into camps and jails,

The dream of the Saintly Presence
always was that of a compassionate vision,
seeing His people crushed under a Maoist boulder.

With the tone of a calm, clear ocean,
the Precious Conqueror took up the parasol of peace.
Preserving the virtues of the Noble Aryas,
believing that one day He shall return to the place, the Land of Snow,
where He was born to serve.

This rare Master will make this dream spread
to the far corners of the earth,
so all mankind can know true happiness.

Such a fantasy it is,
to have humans care for others
like mothers for their children.
To see a world in which
people can be as graceful
as doves, and chirp together
like an avis.

written by Tenzin Choedrak in 1998