Your Holiness, emanation of Chenrezig, evgerywhere we went we saw your forbidden pictures. Your mantra blesses the actual stories of Tibet and permeates everywhere, in the smoke of the butter lamps, the swifely moving beads, and most certainly, always, always in the hearts of your people. My cheeks are wet with tears as I say, Om Mani Pome Hung" overcome by your heart mind.

"As long as space remains,
  as long as living beings remain,
  I will remain in order to serve"
   - your favorite prayer, now mine.