On this journey full of obstacles
There is a warmth of happiness
She is called benevolent Ama
The one who worships deities and nagas
Exhausted by the snow and wind
She is Ama of the world
In her tears, there is an old wound
Deep in her heart, the agony is buried
Ama, Ama
In the fabric of your life
You laughed when happy
You cried when sad
If put to a song, the lyrics would be soaked with tears
If written down, the realm of paper would fall into grief
Ama, the only one in this world Continue reading “Ama”
Dhondup Tashi Rekjong 