No wonder, then position the central Buddha Gyatso, Merry dissolute; He wanted, And the human is no different. ---- Tibetan Folk Songs 1 Dongshan in that top, Bright moon rising. Mother, lover-like face, Surfaced in my heart. 2 Young last species, This year has become the straw; Old boy's body, Bow than the South (1) also bent. Note: (1): South bow: bow that manufacture in southern Tibet. 3 Who wins my heart and soul of children, If you can spend to the old, As if from the depths of the sea, Pulled out valuables. 4 Encounter on the road lover, Yi Xiang is a whole body of the girl, Picked up crystal clear like emeralds, Again it is disposed of on-street. 5 Daughter of dignitaries, Show that kind of sub-gay effort, Seemingly high peach tip, Like a ripe fruit.