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Dawa Zangpo Poem
She walks in beauty
Following the above silver rays
Her hope fastening with some alacrity
Feathers of smile gently sways
Between stardust accompany to ignite
The clear darkness of her walking lane
From distant heaven echoes her docile gait,
Convivial fairies salute her when pace wane,
Lull solitude with half soul comes to meet her
To revel the moment of whilst gather once
She embraces below chiliad of the stars
Kiss the moonlight and beg for morrow bunce
Again she follows back the silverware gleam
And she walks in beauty into her pleased beam.
Copyright © Dawa Zangpo | Year Posted 26/08/2018.
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Dawa Zangpo Poem
Life is a continuous journey beset with troubles
So long we live in this universe,
Trouble becomes part and parcel of human experience
Life swings like a pendulum,
One moment swings towards favourable conditions;
That brings name,fame,gain,praises and merriment;
At another moment,unfavourable conditions curse,
Welcoming the loss,ill-fame,blame and pain
Panic no more!
Understand there are ways to clear sufferings,
None is hopelessly condemned to eternal misery,
Unless he himself allows it to be so.
Give away your realization to realise critically,
That all conditioned phenomenon like sufferings and troubles,
Arises not by the way of independent causes,
But it arises out of ones causes.
We can put an end to every form of sufferings,
It is by discovering the root causes of troubles
Do not disheartened by these futile miseries,
Instead act wisely in overcoming them,
No worldly-minded person are from suffering
There are no differences between wise and unwise,
But the manner in which he faces them differs.
Socrates, once faced his hot tempered wife's insults;
Defending her false accusation in a humorous way
Like Tagore prayed not to be shielded from dangers,
But to become fearless in facing it.
The great Buddha taught the world,
That sorrows are caused by our own actions,
And arise from our own ignorance.
Buddha showed how to remove sorrow,
But ourselves must work to gain happiness
Mind is the forerunner of all states
Mind is chief;mind-made are these states
Was what Buddha had preached to his followers.
Like prophet Muhammad accept faith as strength;
Adopting sorrow as a friend;
Using knowledge as a weapon;
And transforming patience as Garb and Virtue
Then the troubles will soon pass;
What had caused you to burst in tears today,
Will be forgotten tomorrow curving smiles on your face.
Do not let the past spoil your present happiness,
Whatever our troubles,however pressing they maybe,
Time will heal our wounds,
But besides leaving things to time,
It is ourselves to protect from hurting.
Maintain the peace in our mind
Don't allow people or troubles to drain energy away,
Since it is ourselves who creates our happiness not others.
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Dawa Zangpo Poem
I'm a solitary wanderer
Guided by the winds and the sol rays
I roam through lonely valleys
Sipping from streams to streams
Riding on cascade , up and down
Sleeping under stars and silver moons
Night’s canopy as tent
Wandering in the verdant fields
Rolling on soft grass
Swimming in colossal oceans
Climbing onto the mountain cap
Motleying acme of the sky
Drowning into the heavenly showers
Lay supine, dreaming
Of the sparkling stars
Holding them in the eyes
Life sparkles with glee and gaity
Solitary wanderer is I
Accosted from the crowd and streets
Blancbec meadows and gardens
I encounter with four seasons:
Frigid,blood-Warm,green ,and mahogany
Salutes and welcome me,a solitary wanderer.
Desertation is beatitude
I find meaning in myself
Meaning to sojourn in sole calmness
To sapid the sap of serenity and composure
That's how I turn myself away from crowd,
Wandering as long as meandering ogins.
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When dream gets shattered and distorted
Held your head high and vision strong
For every dark clouds have silver lines
Opening door to pursure your eternal hopes
Believe in yourself
From the darkness comes only light
It's in the darkness stars does glow
It's only that bent roads reach you to destination.
Believe in yourself
You can find the courage in your life
Never say you can't and don't
Success comes only to those who wills to do.
Believe in yourself
Look deep inside you heart
You are never too late to become you
From failure you attain the abode of success.
When misfortune turns your world down,
But just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Believe in yourself and keep rising
Don't let your fear destroy your dreams.
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There she goes into the moon dust
Walking in the silver lit fair and just,
Above stars were sprinkled on her hair,
Her body,clothes with perfumed jasmine air,
She carries galaxy in her eyes;
Wearing her hope like a crown and rise,
Her head filled with fantasies and dreams,
Carrying universe of light in her heart to beam;
She laughs with a singing nightingale,
Spreading sweetness above the heaven's dale,
Her smile puts shame to the pale shining moon
Even that the sun sinks before noon
Now! The universe is raven black,
But she paints the skyline hueful lilac
How beautiful is your heart of gold!
That heals and scars soon enfold,
Oh! How mighty is your soul?
That touches all hearts without control,
Her beauty cannot be deform by any storms ,
Her wing will reform and fly in the prodigious swarms.
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Lord! Lord! My above Lord!
Give me peace not a war
Give me freedom not servitude
Give me uprightness not partiality
Give me voice not the muteness
Give me bread not starvation and thirst
Give me friends not a foe
Give me a pathway not blockage
Give me a care not negligence
Give me a love not hatred
Give me a melody not cacophony
Give me a piece of advice not deception
Give me motivation not discouragement
Give me purification not contamination
Give me hearth and home not vagrants
Give me shelter not a danger
Give me a laughter not tears
Give me light not the darkness
Give me recognizance not ignorance
Give me life not the death
Give me an honour not despise
Give me the truth not falsehood
Give me bliss not misery
Give me a protection not violation.
Give me! My Lord,I supplicate you
Hear my prayer, O Lord! I submit before you
Who did rob my tranquil
Who did bring that trouble in my land
Who set that sun of peace
Lord! My Lord! I beseech you
Obliteratewarfare and rejoice harmony
Let this whole world enlighten
Enlighten with pure light of fair and justice
Let this world be freed of maladies
And conformity be restored.
Copyright © Dawa Zangpo |25/07/2018.
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Dawa Zangpo Poem
I saw you from the distance ;
I saw you in my dream ;
You are the queen of my dream.
When I saw you in actual;
You are far and behind from me.
Consciousness run in search of you;
I race by your side and sit with you,
But you never understand my presence
I'm leaving alone ,living alone in this obscure loneliness ;
Tears flows from my eyes;
My heart is not happy without you.
To the zenith of empty sky ;
And the lowest to the depth of the ocean ;
I call your name and seek to every one.
Admist was I in grave concern,
Thinking you would be with somebody's one.
When I finally come near and find you;
You belongs in the hands of the great leveller .
The ache of leaving behind is immense pain
Happier if I could see your bewitching smile.
My heart is crying;
It's crying alone all myself;
Come back and sit beside me forever;
Be my life and savour of my heart.
Oh I'm leaving alone in this desperate abysmal ;
Let me come with you and get together;
Let us make our life and get a charm life.
Thank you.
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The Land of Thunder Dragon,
The blest estate of saviour Guru Rinpoche;
The Last Shangri-la reigned by prophesied Wangchucks lineage;
Mighty Palden Mahakaley,the redeemer of the Dragon Power,
Sacred constitution,the holder of peace and order;
Graceful Jekhenpo,the guardian of religious theology
Ye all, the drums,the flute and the trombone bring,
Yellow and orange drangon flag spreads the peace of wings;
Gleeful fairies and deities join to crown His King,
Ere,pay I submit my sublime bow,
With words and hearts with full devout I avow
Song of mirth and serenity we sing and share to the whole beings
Oh,mighty Geser Gyelpo,on the magninoumous throne thou shines,
Showering compassion and happiness from thy heart sublime
The king of might and wise,Drukpas beacon of hope,
Who strives for the welfare of all,the real Pope
Thou espoused humanity, decency and love for all
Bhutan,the land of minute Eden we enthrall
Bhutan,the land of Gross National Happiness,
Unity leading to the Land of tranquil loveliness,
Come ye! Afar, Nightingale, sing thine song of victory;
Far and wide,the great musicians play their song of happiness admiringly
Hark! Thunder Dragon singing above,
Magnificent light sending his happiness and love,
The pristine greenery and serenity of nature sways gleefully ;
Soaring skylarks flourish the tune of peace cheerfully,
Here, the young poet,graciously inking his cordial gratitude ,
Where none can ink and pen his line in verisimilitude,
It's from his unclouded heart that speaks the truest delight
Bring the clarinet,trumpet and saxophone
Let's sing and play your triumphant
Upon thy ascendant we present our earnest acknowledgment
To honour His Gesar and his throne
With equity and tranquillity this nation will breath
Under the magninoumous reign of His King we sheath
Grandeur,thou my potent King,
Thine charismatic reign continues to gleam like endless ring
May the people be blessed forever
With our clean body,mind and speech,
We offer you the prayers.
This poem,I dedicate to the 5th King of Bhutan,coinciding with the Coronation Day of HM Khesar.
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The People's King
Sonnet 1.
Drukyul,the Land of Thunder Dragon,
The domain of existent Eden,
Divine constitution with aligned canon,
Ornated Drukpa with complete freedom
Ere thy magnanimous magnanimity I stoop,
For thou art the salt of democratic soil;
Thy magniloquent discourses flutter whole and swoop,
For the nation and people I shalt toil,
To the helm of the nation,I pay my homage,
Let Bhutan sheen nether thy empyreal reign,
Thy art of epitome of kindness,a great heritage,
A doctor of divinity,bequeathing quietude in ceaseless chains.
People's Monarch,May you live in every living heart,
Shine thy Wangchuck glory in evey part.
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Note: I dedicate this sonnet to the King of Bhutan,HM Jigme Khesar Namgyel Wangchuck to rule his Country under glorious reign. May peace and happiness propagate to whole universe.
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Home,my sweet home,
Where blue tranquil rapids flow,
Its meanders run in symphonic rhythms ;
To the left and right aside,
It holds my village firm;
Yellow is ripen glow of lavish harvest;
Land filled by gold and breads;
That unblemished brook quench the thirst;
Timely rain maturate crop in bounty yield;
Chamber repleted by milk and whipped butter;
Balm fleece made Gho and Kira beautify neat;
Peace and happiness in the heart of home;
Home with the strongest fabrication;
Where heavenly body joins to rejoice harmony;
Pheasant hovers and breathes serenity,
When all the beasts prepare his warm home,
Herbage extends to high and moves merrily,
That young woods stand,
That emerald mountains like diamond chains,
Shares her bracing breeze to all;
On the cloud nine my darling kinfolk sigh,
Heart rich of love and care,
Kids in the cozy warm grace feed;
With assuasive smile yell in content;
Singing the song of full mirth
The prayerflags on the top-hill chant prayers ;
Prayer-wheels spread his good luck love to all;
Everywhere welcome with smile and adherence ;
With honour and unity stands together ;
Strength and integrity grows robust like an iron;
My home,a heaven on the earth,
Where wealthy culture prevail long;
Typical customs,our unique identity;
My home,a real abode of Shangri-la.
Copyright © Dawa Zangpo | 17/08/2018.
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