Naked flower
Skin trembling with dewdrops
Embracing the sunlight
But bees come late
When the season is over
The fragrance turns to soil
The moment turns to ashes
Holding the flower’s spirit
I mourn in pain.
Tsangyang Gyatso (1683-1706)
Naked flower
Skin trembling with dewdrops
Embracing the sunlight
But bees come late
When the season is over
The fragrance turns to soil
The moment turns to ashes
Holding the flower’s spirit
I mourn in pain.
Tsangyang Gyatso (1683-1706)