The moon climbed over the hillside where balague lived.
Reminds me of you, Ji Zhenram.
Think about your moon, moon-like eyes.
The lake rippling in my heart
The wind blew all over the corner where balague lived.
Take me to see you, Ram.
I heard that in the valley
A river in the valley.
Singing the love song in your heart
Oh, Zezhen Ram
Oh, the flowers of Bala
Your heart is a pure land in this world.
Oh, the beauty in the clouds of Tsering Ram
You are the goddess Bala on my happiness list.