In the storm I admire the spirit of prayer flag!
In the snow I enjoy the beauty of snow flower!
The suffering makes me realize the happiness!
Tsampa's sweet aroma
Awakens nourishment's longing
Its taste brings renewal
I sit silently and gaze out the window of this slow-moving train
I catch my breath, as my eyes land upon the angry, Indian Ocean
Memories bring storms rushing towns, wicked winds stealing homes
devoid of limps
lying on the ground
a headless horse
As I roam with the moon overhead
I come to my black tent standing in the tent camp
I enter and restlessly try to sleep
the moons light keeps me company