Now I am gazing
at the snow path that covers up what has passed.
After wandering through the whole winter,
I am gazing at this foreign territory.
There are stories.
There are people telling stories
and people listening to them.
For thirty-three years as a poet
I merrily defined what beauty was.
Each time, without hesitation
I would declare: beauty is like this, or:
Spring. Everything's liberated.
The news of flowers
eases the poverty of this world.
Throughout this fractured country
What a relief
you cannot live everywhere all at once.
Today, here in Diamond Cave,
there's no longer any reason to live.
Transformed into arrows
let's all soar together, body and soul!
Piercing the air
let's go soaring, body and soul!
A slower pace, a somewhat slower pace will do.
Of a sudden, should it start to rain,
let yourself get soaked.
An old friend, the rain.
We put up a tent for the night
between Shigatse and Latse.
As soon as the tent was up
a storm broke.
Never beg the wind for mercy.
Tall wild lilies and such
scented white lilies and such