I walked near the prayer flags
Thinking someone would be there near,
That ridge seem to be align with many prayer flags
The wind flapped all the prayer wide and afar
With the rhythm of dharma mantra;
Om ma ne pedme hung righ!
When the wind flapped the prayer along
Through that wind wiped out all my grievous sin
I must chant the prayer beneath every prayer flags
To feel the prayer by you and me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem