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This is a song reflecting on the life, written by Stanzin Wangdan and sung by Gonbo Saspol in Ladakhi. Here is an English translation of the song translated by Dolma Dol.
Amidst the stormy new age,
A gust of hasty dust arose.
Before I realized the fleeting world,
These three days of life have vanished.
Sometimes in joy, sometimes in crying,
I didn't realize how life has passed.
The dramatic opera of life,
Is filled with laughter and tears.
I couldn’t understand this fantasy world,
As the optical illusion of the eyes.
Sometimes in joy, sometimes in crying,
I didn't realize how life has passed.
In the endless sky of desire,
Although I spread my feathers for competition,
I fail to understand
That the trajectory of this trackless life
Has vanished like billows of clouds.
Sometimes in joy, sometimes in crying,
I didn't realize how life has passed.
Like the reflection of the moon in water,
And the flickering light of the lamp,
I failed to understand
This illusory and impermanent life.
Sometimes in joy, sometimes in crying,
I didn't realize how life has passed.
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This is a song reflecting on the life, written by Stanzin Wangdan and sung by Gonbo Saspol in Ladakhi. Here is an English translation of the song translated by Dolma Dol.
Amidst the stormy new age,
A gust of hasty dust arose.
Before I realized the fleeting world,
These three days of life have vanished.
Sometimes in joy, sometimes in crying,
I didn't realize how life has passed.
The dramatic opera of life,
Is filled with laughter and tears.
I couldn’t understand this fantasy world,
As the optical illusion of the eyes.
Sometimes in joy, sometimes in crying,
I didn't realize how life has passed.
In the endless sky of desire,
Although I spread my feathers for competition,
I fail to understand
That the trajectory of this trackless life
Has vanished like billows of clouds.
Sometimes in joy, sometimes in crying,
I didn't realize how life has passed.
Like the reflection of the moon in water,
And the flickering light of the lamp,
I failed to understand
This illusory and impermanent life.
Sometimes in joy, sometimes in crying,
I didn't realize how life has passed.