Visions of Yeshe Gyaltsen

Are you the chosen one
Are you the one to get it done
Are you the one of whom they speak
Are you the one that we all seek
Are you the golden one my child
Are you the one that makes the king go wild
we have sent out delegations
in circumambulations
searching for the tulku east and west
in spiritual divination
chanting mantras and prostrations
everyone's devoted to the quest
From the ancient allies of Shigatze
to the pastry lands of Lake Nam-Tso
past the Drolma La of Kang Rimpoche
across the steppe along Yarlung Tsampo
Are you the hunted one
Are you the one that's on the run
Are you the one that made a choice
Are you the one to be our voice
Are you the golden one my child
The one that will be forced to live exiled
To the spirit of the lake
I owe the revelation
of a distant jade-green, golden roof
After having stayed wake
for three days meditation
Palden Lhamo let me see the truth
On the shores of sacred azure water
reflecting providence of the divine
blessing the omniscient that brought her
in his vision to protect his line
Are you the one to set us free
Are you the king to be
Are you the one to cure and heal
The one to whom we all shall kneel
Are you the one that makes us whole
are you the one to bring back what they stole
Four years anticipation
since his powba alternation
suddenly a sign of locomotion
The head of the abode of thirty-three manifestations
was pointing in direction of the ocean
Northeast into the naked barren landscapes
and the wind-swept endless sea of green
across the vast horizons of an everlasting space
just as Yeshe Gyaltsen had foreseen