When the cries of the evening dawn befalls
The tranquility of the sacred mountains
The silence of the last snow leopard
The hazy smokes from distance village bellows that
Somewhere in the realm of distance calls
She knows she needs to head back home
When the whining cattle fills the sheer darkness
Eons of laughter echoed from home to wilderness
Stories of mysteries land, crossing of the crevasses, the plains of Tibetan Plateau
Engulfed in the eternity, Caravan brothers shares journeys of the days
Somewhere in the verdant of Himalayas
She promised to become like him one day
And when the hymns of the animals bells bellows
The sleepy mountains reincarnate
The chants of the monks radiate
The butter tea refills the day
And somewhere in the foothills of mountains
She takes the animals to graze
When standing high, high on that grueling cliff
The soaring vultures embrace the futile of creek
Bragging in the heart of solitude, the Snow
Mountains
Little do realize the verdant of Alpine Fountains
Somewhere in the heart of solitude
She dreams on conquering the hopes of mountains
And when the silver mountains masquerade in gray
The anguish clouds pertains the winter to pray
She harnesses the animals back to the chambers
While ragged feels of the lost and hungry she remembers
And somewhere in the farther fatherland
She sings the song of the mountain Girl.
– Sonam Choekyi
