I’m a fresh curtain of greenery
Imprinted on the field
Mating ducks have roses in their hearts
With no way to cast their burning passion
With what to tell that our linking hearts
Are noble like heaven.
Tsangyang Gyatso (1683-1706)
I’m a fresh curtain of greenery
Imprinted on the field
Mating ducks have roses in their hearts
With no way to cast their burning passion
With what to tell that our linking hearts
Are noble like heaven.
Tsangyang Gyatso (1683-1706)