Cry he did
As his friend ended a life of suffering
His tears did not shimmer with joy
As they were taught to
They sprang from a well so deep in the heart that the mind could not reach
They fell on the earth and the earth changed
The indomitable mountains were turned into fragile waves of meaninglessness
Why do you cry, Lama?
Were you not taught that life is suffering?
Were you not to refrain from attachment?
Have you shed so carelessly the essence of your chosen path?
In the throes of separation, have you lost yourself?
Why do the deep vibrations from the funeral horns pull you into a sorrowful trance?
Why is your mind so darkly clouded by the heavy pine smoke that you rain without restraint?
Why do you waver like the prayer flags in the piercingly cold wind?
Escape from your thoughts
Cry, my friend, for I, too, am moved by your tears