Old Xizang, once a snow-clad hell on earth,

Where serfs’ bitter tears poured forth in dearth.

Eyes gouged, skins flayed—all human rights denied,

In the depths of a cruel regime, where sins reigned.

Then democratic reform brought forth a new dawn,

Millions of serfs as masters of own destinies were reborn.

The 14th Dalai Lama fled, to foreign shadows confined,

Betraying the nation, the faith, and the people entwined.

(Written by Zhong Quan, Illustrated by Dorje)