Rabgya Basang

"Mother"
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When I was still a child at the breast,


I never thought of molding clay figures, or playing hide-and-seek,


Nor of the sky and earth,


But I had a vague impression:


“There is nothing in the world


As sweet as my motherland’s embrace.”


From the remote border region,


I crossed the Yangtze and Yellow rivers:


Though I haven’t been to the Changbai Mountains,


I whisper to myself in my heart:


“There is nothing in the world


As sweet as my motherland’s embrace.”