(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.