A charming youth caught my eye,
At the southeastern end of Lhasa.
His heart is like a headless bee
In a beaded net,
Gathering the nectar on me for three days,
Before thinking of the Buddha in the temple.
Tsangyang Gyatso (1683-1706)
A charming youth caught my eye,
At the southeastern end of Lhasa.
His heart is like a headless bee
In a beaded net,
Gathering the nectar on me for three days,
Before thinking of the Buddha in the temple.
Tsangyang Gyatso (1683-1706)