Sonam Choda

The warp signifies the nature of wisdom, The weft denotes the nature of initiation, The way of weaving is the union of wisdom and initiation. Thus the weaver should have the noble-mind. Reed beating the yarns Is a sign of cleansing the ignorance. Patterns made on the cloths Is a sign of creativity. The beautifully woven kishuthara, If worn by the beloved one-- I will attain eternal peace And the world would be sparkled with light. 

When the cool wind blows Clouds in the sky disappear. The destined sweetheart Is so beautiful when at my sight Because of an unending fate From the day I saw you My mind has been changing. A cool wind is blowing. From the forgotten mountain I did not know you were a rain When the earth of my heart got moistened. My heart is restless though I be heedful The joy of you being at my sight Is so immense. My heart is restless. When the wind from south blows Moonlike sweetheart of mine When it is into eclipse Saddened am I. I may not be in tears constantly But for now, I cannot help getting saddened Yet the love I have for you Will never disappear from my heart.

The flower of rhododendron appears like a conical bell. The form is so beautiful, though not handmade, And so clear, though not rinsed with milk Its petals are deep, though not curved with chisel. For its long petals and strong pedicel, A bee, inseparable from the nectar, Promises to inhabit till the flower fades.

In the valley of Kazhi, A cypress tree has overgrown. And a nightingale has taken shelter on it. But because of the harsh, altering seasons The cypress has fallen from its root. And the storm has driven the nightingale away. Now, let not the cypress be fallen. And nightingale be driven by the storm. By taking refuge in the Triple Gem, And with pure fidelity You and I, the destined lovers Shall not be parted.

I have waited many years just for you Yet I have not seen your smile. Like a flower expected from a dried twig, You never returned even after long waiting. Though the ball of the best quality thread Has become the kishuthara , You, like a corpse, never returned. My ceremonial clothe is just a wish. A message is sent by the river And waited gazing at the road. Like words disappearing in the valleys I am counting the days. The kira is robed around my body And hoping for you, koma is put on. I always looked for you through the window heart. Now, my life is ending waiting for you. 

The sun of happiness has shone Thus the darkness of the Earth is dispelled; The river from the mountains has flown Thus the extreme thirst is quenched. The beloved one is met And the happiness is gained. But to keep your mind unchanged Please keep the promise. Sadden not my dear Lhaizin For you is the heart of my soul. A body cannot survive without the heart. I cannot live without you. As an omen of an unchanging faith A white-coloured yarn, Like the pure faith between you and me, Is woven into kishu Thara with beautiful patterns. I, like the sun that rises again, Will return to take my beloved. In the happy village of Kurtoe, A joyous celebration will be marked on the auspicious day, To have happy and prosperous family Let’s have a happy and prosperous family.