By Wang Yongli
Love the Shangri-la against the snow hill,
Love the fresh earth in new leaves with dew,
Love the paradise, often a radiant frost fill,
Oh, Tibet, my home with a beautiful rainbow.
Hohxil, a grass land with a tranquil lake under the snow hill,
Fresh air with spirit of delight breezes in the tender willow,
We graze, we gallop, we bleat, we breed as we will,
Oh, Tibet, my home with a beautiful rainbow.
But the invaders with guns aim at us to kill,
Smuggling our bodies from a night to the morrow,
Selling our skins, horns and meat as they will,
Oh, Tibet, my home with great sorrow.
The Nature Reserve Zone is established after an appeal,
We are liberated from slaughtering by the kind fellow,
We can habitat in the untainted land as usual,
Oh, Tibet, my home with a beautiful rainbow.