On the right, a mountain with juniper trees—
at its foot a farmhouse topped with white prayer flags—
is like a minister on a tigerskin seat.
On the left, a mountain covered with tamarisk trees—
at its foot a farm filled with beautiful green wheat and barley—
is like a queen on a silken throne.
Straight ahead, a rocky mountain rises above a monastery
with glittering gold roofs like a king on a throne of gold.
An old pilgrim feasts his eyes on the richness of some merchant’s camp,
and patiently continues towards Lhasa.
From Timely Rain, page 4