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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477481" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Dalai Lama Who Loved Wine, Women and Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here the May lilacs blossom in the garden<br>Their fragrance sprawls in the air of spring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet my mind drifts on wings of a daydream<br>To a far away land of peach-treed valleys<br>Embraced by snow-capped mountains. <br> <br>One night there on the Roof of the Earth<br>A young man in the holy city of Lhasa<br>Listened to the chanting of mantras<br>Not for the sake of enlightenment <br>But in order to sense her breath.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That month he span all the pray wheels<br>Not for the sake of freeing his soul <br>But in order to touch her finger prints.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That year he prostrated on the ground<br>With his hands clasping the earth <br>Not for the sake of adoring Buddha<br>But in order to sense her warmth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That incarnation he crossed green forests<br>He passed through farmlands and deserts <br>He climbed a hundred thousand mountains<br>Not for the sake of afterlife <br>But in order to meet her on the road.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who was this young man? <br> <br>Descending from the Monpa Tribe<br>He was born in 1683 at Urgelling<br>In the Monastery near Tawang in India.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His parents gave him the name <br>Losang Rigdzin Tsangyang Gyatso<br>In the Tibetan language it means<br>Ocean of Melodious Songs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His trunk of life was cut short though<br>Just a child yet and he became<br>Like an uncrowned king in the land<br>And even so he remained modest <br>Humble and unassuming. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He traveled about on foot<br>He kept no personal servants<br>He brewed his own tea <br>And served his guests himself.<br> <br>And he wrote magnificent poems <br>They are still loved and revered<br>And sung throughout Tibet and China.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He loved women, friends and wine <br>Although he was chosen as His Holiness<br>The Sixth Dalai Lama of Tibet! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But he had no plans to accept the role<br>Renounced the vows of a novice monk<br>And then asked the forgiveness <br>Of the Panchen Lama<br>For refusing to accept the duties <br>Of full ordination.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He had rather lived his life <br>As a rake and stud.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He gambled and practiced archery<br>Grew a long hair embellished with jewels<br>Called himself the Turquoise Bee<br>Acting as a playboy and dressing as a layman<br>A gadabout debaucher in blue silk brocade. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He roamed through the countryside <br>Reveling with his friends<br>In the parks in daylight<br>And then spent the dark hours<br>In the taverns of Shol-town. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Drinking barley beer stuffed in bamboo barrels<br>Or enjoying the intoxicating rice chang<br>White and sweet and pungent in taste.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He had 'never slept a night<br>Without a sweetheart'<br>He wrote in one of his love poems<br>To the indignation of the opulent Potala palace<br>As servants traced back his footprints <br>In the fresh snow leading to the brothels.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">However, the Dalai Lama had a broken heart<br>He wanted to wed his beloved lady<br>The sweetheart who truly loved him<br>But she “has been stolen to wed another”<br>And he became sick with hankering sorrow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That night in the holy city of Lhasa<br>He listened to the chanting of the mantras<br>Not for the sake of enlightenment <br>But in order to sense her breath.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That month he span all the pray wheels<br>Not for the sake of freeing his soul <br>But in order to touch her finger prints.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That year he prostrated on the earth<br>With his hands clasping the soil <br>Not for the sake of adoring Buddha<br>But in order to sense her warmth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That incarnation he crossed green forests<br>He passed through farmlands and deserts <br>He climbed a hundred thousand mountains<br>Not for the sake of afterlife <br>But in order to meet her on the road.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then turbulence shook the Roof of the World<br>It was now the fragile year of 1706 <br>And a Mongol army invaded Tibet<br>Their leader Lhasang Khan did not believe<br>That the Dalai Lama was the real one<br>And he wanted to depose him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A foreign army besieged Lhasa<br>And Lhasang Khan ordered the Dalai Lama<br>To relocate at the Mongol military camp<br>In Lhalu Garden.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soon afterwards, on June 27,1706, <br>The Mongol warlord ousted<br>The Head of Tibetan Buddhism.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And since the Chinese Emperor Kangxi<br>Approved it the Mongols took the Dalai Lama <br>On a journey to the east to banish him<br>To the imperial court <br>Of the Manchu-led Qing Dynasty in Beijing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was a long voyage, joyless and exhausting<br>Escorted by a group of Mongolian soldiers<br>In the fall of 1706 he reached Gunga-Nor Lake<br>On the road to the Chinese capital.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">However, the Dalai Lama did not want <br>To spend the rest of his life in humiliating exile<br>And on the night of November 14,1706 <br>He escaped under the veil of darkness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Mongol sentry noticed the fleeing figure<br>And placed a fir arrow on his birch bow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The archer aimed his weapon <br>At the running target, he drew the curved bow <br>Gripping the string<br>Between his horn-ringed thumb and index finger<br>Until his left arm was fully extended <br>And then released the metal-bladed projectile.<br> <br>The arrow took to the air <br>With a sharp snapping sound. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A moving shadow emitted<br>A subdued moan of pain<br>But vanished away <br>On the nightly lake shore. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">White crane, lend me your wings<br>I go no further than Lithang<br>And thence, return again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While in Mongol captivity<br>At Lithang Monastery in Kham<br>Tsangyang Gyato, the Sixth Dalai Lama<br>Predicted his own rebirth. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In 1708, two years after his disappearance<br>The Seventh Dalai Lama, Kelsang Gyatso<br>Was born in Lithang in Kham.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Paul+Hartal">Paul Hartal</a><div class=q>
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