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“It Snowed on Tibetan New Year”
by Adong Paldothar

This year on Tibetan New Year, it snowed
The flurry of snow, suddenly brought to mind
My family, far away in my hometown
A bustling and busy scene, working hard

Today is my real new year
It is like a cup of true liquor

Seeping into my body
Speeding up my heartbeat
Warming up my quiet meditation

The way I see it, what is called a year
Is like a transparent wall
Between them

People leap over, or run their heads against the wall
For most people, it is like air
While for others, it
Becomes a glass wall

This year on the wall, it snowed
It was on my way home after work
That I encountered the flying snowflakes
Spinning and dancing
Surrounding me

Some snowflakes went into my eyes
Making me weep

For those close relatives who bumped into the glass wall
Tears mixed with snow, although the past
Was piercing cold
The snow still comforted me

I recounted many feelings that are hard to express
To the snow, or with the help of snow

I passed on my messages to the sky and earth
Therefore, for me
The snow no longer seemed that cold
Rather it was like warm seeds

This year on Tibetan New Year, it snowed
The snow fell on my heart
In those places that are overgrown with weeds
Snow has no choice
Just like me

I hope to climb across this wall

Behind the snow wall
I see a rainbow
And the smile of the lotus

This year on Tibetan New Year, it snowed
For a whole day
But it did not manage to moisten the earth
It came as if to comfort my feelings
And went back to the sky again

- February 22, 2012 in Xining