When you mention Tsangyang Gyatso, what is the first thing that comes to your mind? The Sixth Dalai Lama? Tibetan Living Buddha?
And what I think of is the charming young lover and his contradictory and tragic short life.
Although there is no conclusion on whether Tsangyang Gyatso is the real or fake Dalai Lama, there is no doubt that he must be a great and romantic poet.
"We are of the same mind and have a long relationship, although this life is short-lived. On the day when I meet you again, I will be a young man in the wind."
When he was three years old, he was recognized as a reincarnated soul boy. At the age of fifteen, he was officially enthroned as the sixth Dalai Lama. For a child, and for the religious Tibetan people, he is undoubtedly lucky to live in the Potala Palace , become the supreme living Buddha, and receive countless pilgrims.
However, as an "Awang" who was involved in the political whirlpool for no reason, he was unfortunate.
Originally he could live an ordinary life, stay with his beloved woman for the rest of his life, and write countless romantic and sentimental poems for her.
If he only lived as a "Ngawang", then his poems would only be read to his wife. There might not be a great poet Tsangyang Gyatso in this world. A life that is too happy is not enough to nourish a great poet to create timeless poems.
"The first is that it is best not to meet each other, so that we can no longer fall in love. The second is that it is best not to know each other, so that we can no longer miss each other."
Although he has shaved his head, he has cut off the worldly love and feels for the sweetheart who was forced to separate. Longing turns into love poems.
"For many years, you have been living in seclusion in my wound. I have let go of the world, but I have never let go of you. You can say goodbye to all the mountains and rivers in my life. Except for life and death, there is nothing in this world. It's not a trivial matter."
became the master of the Potala Palace and was worshiped by the supreme. However, he lost the love and freedom he wanted most. Tsangyang Gyatso yearned more and more for the secular world. So he grew his long hair again and became the sixth Dalai Lama during the day. At night, he transformed into the noble son Dasang Wangpo, looking for love in the Lhasa night.
"Living in the Potala Palace, I am the biggest king in the snowy land. Wandering on the streets of Lhasa, I am the most beautiful lover in the world. I am afraid that being passionate will damage my holy life, and I am afraid that I will fall in love when I go to the mountains. In the world, I have both the best and the best. is not I will live up to you as much as I live up to the Tathagata."
He was undoubtedly lucky and found his love again, so more love poems continued to be spread among Tibetans.
"On that high eastern mountaintop, a bright moon rises, and Maggie Ami's face emerges in my heart."
"You see me, or you don't see me,
I am there, not sad. I don’t like it.
You miss me, or you don’t miss me,
Love is there, it doesn’t come or go;
You love me, or you don’t love me,
Love is there, neither increasing nor decreasing;
You follow it, or you don’t follow it. I,
my hand is in your hand, never give up.
Come to my arms, or let me live in your heart
Silence, love.
Silence, joy."
brought by the Dalai Lama's identity Confinement and repression inspired his infinite poetry, so more than 300 years later, we are lucky enough to read such beautiful poems.
"How many secrets does a person need to hide in order to spend his life skillfully?"
He did not hide his secrets, so he failed to spend his life skillfully. As a political tool and puppet, when it loses its value, it is destined to have a tragic ending.
Some people say that he died while being escorted to Beijing via Qinghai Lake ;
Some people say that he escaped on the way and has traveled incognito since then.
"If there is an afterlife, I would like to be a human being for the rest of my life, just one among all living beings. Even if I am poor and miserable all my life, wandering around the world, as long as I can love, hate, sing and cry, as long as I can fulfill my wish."
Undoubtedly, more people love him. Those who pity him cannot bear that such a passionate young man becomes a victim of politics and hastily ends his short life.
So
hopes that
he will become the same as the afterlife described in his poem
Become one among all living beings
Be able to love, hate, sing and cry
Be able to have your wishes fulfilled
