Drops of rain wash away
The love songs written in
Black and White
But love, though unwritten,
Remains long after, in the heart.
Tsangyang Gyatso, the sixth Dalai Lama
Tag: Verse
My sweetheart who truly loved me
My sweetheart who truly loved me
Has been stolen to wed another.
I am sick with longing sorrow
And frustration emaciates my frail body.
Tsangyang Gyatso, the sixth Dalai Lama
Yama, the mirror of my karma
Yama, the mirror of my karma
Residing in the realm of death,
You must judge and grant justice.
Here, while alive, I had no justice.
Tsangyang Gyatso, the sixth Dalai Lama
I sought my lover at twilight – the sixth Dalai Lama
I sought my lover at twilight Snow fell at daybreak Residing at the Potala I am Rigzin Tsangyang Gyatso But in the back alleys of Shol-town I am rake and stud Secret or not No matter Footprints have been left in the snow – Tsangyang Gyatso, the sixth Dalai Lama …
As my love to her is deep as deep can be,
As my love to her is deep as deep can be,
Did I ask her company for life with me,
And she quoth: “While alive we’ll n’er part,
Let death only do us part”.
Tsangyang Gyatso, the sixth Dalai Lama
བྲིས་བའི་ཡི་གེ་ནག་ཆུང་། །
བྲིས་བའི་ཡི་གེ་ནག་ཆུང་། །
ཆུ་དང་ཐིགས་པས་འཇིག་སོང་། །
མ་བྲིས་སེམས་ཀྱི་རི་མོ་། །
བསུབས་ཀྱང་ཟུབ་རྒྱུ་མི་འདུག་། །
ཚངས་དབྱངས་རྒྱ་མཚོ ༧གོང་ས་མཆོག་སྐུ་ཕྲེང་དྲུག་པ་།
རང་ལ་དགའ་བའི་བྱམས་པ་། །
རང་ལ་དགའ་བའི་བྱམས་པ་། །
གཞན་གྱི་མདུན་མར་བླངས་སོང་། །
ཁོང་ནང་སེམས་པའི་གཅོང་གི་། །
ལུས་པོའི་ཤ་ཡང་བསྐམས་སོང་། །
ཚངས་དབྱངས་རྒྱ་མཚོ ༧གོང་ས་མཆོག་སྐུ་ཕྲེང་དྲུག་པ་།
In meditation, the face of my teacher
In meditation, the face of my teacher
does not come to me very clearly,
but your face does, smiling one way,
then smiling another.
Tsangyang Gyatso, the sixth Dalai Lama
White crane! Lend me your wings
White crane! Lend me your wings I will not fly far From Lithang, I shall return So wrote a desolate and lonely Tsangyang Gyatso (whose name means ‘Ocean of Melodious Songs’), the Sixth Dalai Lama of Tibet, wrote to a lady-friend of his in Shol town in 1706, when he …
Never have I slept without a sweetheart
Never have I slept without a sweetheart
Nor have I spent a single drop of sperm
It may be more correct and safer to state that some of the verses indirectly show his deep knowledge and practice of of tantra, The claim of control over his flow of sperm openly declared his grasp and mastery of tantric practices.
Tsangyang Gyatso, the sixth Dalai Lama