Oh mother of mine and others
Your compassion is pure as naked ice
Splendid sun, unlucky flame and burned water
Where ocean is calling your name in faraway
All the poor people of world
All the weak people of world
Your spirit is so hight in the sky
Your heart is so deep as Buddha
The mother of mine and others
Like perfect and discordant years of Tibet
Unhappiness and misery
Returning and coming
All the days might unfold everywhere
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
unfold everywhere - nature, good writing, thanks,