Gesang flowers, blooming in the grassland, you are a ray of light, you are a distant paradise, that pious beauty, soft swaying, as if it were the faith dressed in pink.
Gesang flowers, blooming on the plateau, like a cloud, like a bouquet of Hada, the looking up of that plant, standing in the wind, is the most beautiful fragrance I like.
Kelsang flowers, blooming beside me, rejoicing with me, singing with me, that brilliant smile, strong in the face of adversity, washed my pure imagination.
Gesang flowers, blooming in the atrium of my heart, a little fragrant, a little warm, the mountains blooming, golden plums, talking about happiness and good wishes.
The Kelsang flower blossomed with holy auspiciousness, without losing its splendor and uprightness, the beauty of the eight petals, and the gentleness of the wind in the prayer flag.