1. On the peak of the white snow mountain in the East
A white cloud seems to be rising towards the sky.
At the instant of beholding it I remember my teacher
And, pondering over his kindness, faith stirs in me.
2. To the East of where that cloud is floating,
In that entirely victorious Virtue Solitude,
There resided the precious ones, difficult to be invoked,
Father Famous Goodheart, the Sire with (his two spiritual) sons.
3. The yoga and other (teachings) of the two stages of the road
Relating to the profound Doctrine, they preached most fully.
To the pious of snowy Tibet
Your grace, O protectors, was ineffable.