Songs of the Sixth Dalai Lama, Tsangyang Gyamtso, 1695-1720

From 'White Crane to Litang'

As I was looking to the south
I saw the bright moon rise,
Smiling with my true love's mouth
And shining with her eyes.

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Mister take your eyes off me,
Look up high in the old peach tree,
Put tobacco in your pipe
And suck – these peaches are not ripe.

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Night after night all night I go
Over love's mountain through the snow,
To wake more weary than the dead,
In the sad valley of my bed.

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Swan by the water's face
That you kiss and you kiss;
When the water turns to ice,
You will forget this.