In the land of the snows Deep winter The sun lies hidden in the south Beyond the gleaming peaks And the moon’s clear face is shrouded by clouds Risen out of the east, Still, at night Secret stars still shed their light, Our little beacons in the dark. Your star was so bright, Tenzin, Their darkness could not bear you. We saw you fall, A long tail of brightness fading Over the peaks and grasslands, And our tears fell too. In black tents and secret rooms, North and south of Chomolungma We light small lamps for you, And for the others whose lights have gone dark For now