Hail

(poems go here) All Hail! I, daughter of devoted Dolma, Stand before you from the uppermost step of the world, With a heart of fire, to share the many success of my venerable voice. Heart renderer, a passion and fire within me, has propelled youth to follow me. Generous, I have been, to my many fans; thus no sin remains, God substitute, I have been considered countless times, for speaking my mind on behalf of my fellow Tibetan Kinsmen. In the land of the Jewel in the Crown, I have taken my flag and opened many eyes. People should be free, I would cry out. I tasted the success of my voice no matter how brief, And, as a result, my passion to be heard will forever remain. Now, I will continue to defeat those who are against freedom, I must be hear, I will be heard I will-win.