An anthology of new poetry from Tibet reveals astonishing voices.
I am where I was, waiting.
Stretching the eyes of hope wider and wider.
Wishing to reach the shores of the life beyond.
That even the lamps of your history cannot extinguish.
No stone pillars for their final testament, only elaborate tombs.
You may be able to see once the world in which you live.
It may see the sons and daughters of aristocrats decked in corals and turquoise.
A valley of history where the sunlight does not penetrate.
Silently I may call your name one more time.
(Note: The Yarlung Tsangpo, aka The Tachok Khabab, is the highest major river in the world, rising from a glacier near Mount Kailash in Western Tibet. The 2,900 kilometre-long river flows through the heartland of Tibet, including the Yarlung Valley, hence the name Yarlung Tsangpo. Yarlung Valley was the citadel of Tibetan civilisation and Tibet’s capital from about 127 BC to 630 AD. The river is a lifeline for Tibetans who farm along its banks.
As it descends, the surrounding vegetation changes from cold desert to arid steppe to deciduous scrub vegetation and, ultimately, to a conifer and rhododendron forest. Sedimentary sandstone rocks found near Lhasa, Tibet’s capital city, contain grains of magnetic minerals that record the Earth’s alternating magnetic field current.
The Yarlung Tsangpo flows in the world’s largest and deepest canyon, Yarlung Tsangpo Grand Canyon, which is more than twice the depth of Colorado’s Grand Canyon. It flows into India and Bangladesh to become the mighty Brahmaputra river, finally emptying into the Bay of Bengal.
Do You Know The Tales Of Our Forefathers?
You are ready to hit the road.
This is when my heart turns weak like the tunes of your song.
I never want to say “Farewell” and leave.
Will you be a girl in the service of our country?
Will you be a woman who loves her people?
Do you know the troubled tales of your forefathers?
Did you see their footprints in the mountains you roam?
Where your forefathers’ vital blood dissolved?
Sacrificed their lives for their rights.
All poems translated by Bhuchung D Sonam.
Excerpted with permission from Burning the Sun’s Braids: New Poetry from Tibet, Blackneck Books.
Can you summarize the background and significance of the Yarlung Tsangpo river in Tibet?
This prompt doesn't seem malicious.