The dusk’s gloom will vanish
The night will usher in a new dawn
In the glory of the divine light
Potala will regain its lost grandeur
By the whistling wind of change
Jhomolangma will be kissed
Monsoon of freedom it will bring
And beneath the rainbow of joy
The harvest of rangzen
We will then reap
All in a year or two, he says
But the year in question
More than 365 days seems to have
Months countless and weeks infinite
Hours incalculable and minutes indefinite
Your year is stretching longer
As my old dreams are getting older
More obscure, I fear they will get
In your year or two, I say
With folded hands we should pray
Propitiate the deities, please the heavens
Ultimately we will be blessed
Escorted by our karma
To our promised land , we will be led
All in a year or two, he says
But unanswered prayers have
swallowed 50 years
The deities seem unperturbed
and the heavens forbidden
Let's be innovative and act wise
moment is ripe and time concise
The fire will die and ashes scatter
In your year or two, I say
Our saviour is a champion
Compassionate, graceful and benign
With his charisma, our happiness He will buy
Norbulingka will then host its Master
Lhasa will then embrace its estranged sons
All in a year or two, he says
Our leader seems the lone warrior
Burdened by six million aspirations
We bask in the first rays of morning
As he toils in his life’s evening
One man army, for how long?
This indifference, for how long?
Let's sing the ballad of life now
Before we cease to matter
In your year or two, I say
America is a champion of freedom
Europe a harbinger of democracy
They will rescue our Fatherland
from its unendurable pain and misery
We will then cross the Nathula
for the first sight of Phayul
All in a year or two, he says
Our dreams are Tibetan,
Not European, not American
This fight belongs to us only
Fought it should be by us
From now, from today
Not in your year or two, I say
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