To distant brother travelling to Tibet in 1831

…My soul is desperate
Its light and sun has gone
Far to the East
Where dusty winds is blowing
I’m here
Among those people but alone,
Just watching pass of time
Till him returning.

But when I see the first ray of the dawn
Upon the misty meadow at the sunrise
I know he sees the same sun being born
Again,
And so my hope again arises..!