Please read the poem
and watch a beautiful Tibetan song!
Where were the sages who lived
For truth in their hermitages?
Where were the righteous people
who lived for the sacred word?
When this wind was filled with
Fragrant smoke of holy fires,
When this land bloomed with
Sweet scented heavenly flowers,
Angeles visited the homes of men
Partook food and guided them to bliss,
When righteousness ruled over men,
These lands were indeed gardens
Of heaven and centers of learning;
Then these forests were the dwelling
Places of fairies, nymphs, elves and angels;
When wickedness ruled over the minds of men
Cities turned into civilized jungles
And these lands into wilderness
Filled with heaps of skulls and bones
And heaps of ashes and thorny bushes
Lived by the packs of wolves and evil spirits
Each night is a nightmare to the dreamers
Who lost their path into this land of wolves
As air is filled with piteous cries and moans
Of departed souls and massacred men
Women and children; here are the cries
Of tortured souls and they fly in the nightly air
Angry ghosts speed past with burning ire
Hungry demons feast on the corpses of men,
If somebody try to change this hell into heaven
Packs of wolves would tear them into pieces
And feast on their flesh leaving traces of bones!
