Forte di Bard, Cappella di Verale e Tete de Cou da Bard

Percorso ad anello da Bard passando per:
- Forte di Bard (1.4 km)
- Cappella di Verale (8.6 km)
- Tete de Cou (10.1 km)



THE HUNDRED THOUSAND SONGS OF MILAREPA
After hearing this song, an unalterable faith in the Jetsun was es-
tablished in the young man. His tears fell incessantly. He then hand-
ed the reins of his black horse to Milarepa, and sang:
You are the Sage unrecognized, a man of
the beyond!
You are the Buddha whom one meets so rarely.
Your instructions are the preaching of Nirmal).akaya.
It seems that I have heard your name before,
But yet I am not sure.
It seems that I may have seen you before,
But again, I am not sure.
Whether the obeisance that I made you
Was sincere enough, I do not know.
If my questions were improper, my mien irreverent,
I beg for your forgiveness, for I did not know you.
This black horse of mine runs like the wind.
On his neck hangs a wondrous bell;
On his back of well-known pedigree
Is a saddle cloth, most warm and smooth;
On it rests a strong wooden saddle.
The girth is fashioned of steel from Mon.
A dainty knot adorns his reddish crupper;
Close to the headstall of reddish-gray
His forelock curls like a tiger's smile,
Shining brightly like a mirrored star.
Whip in hand, give your command;
Shake the rein, he will obey and run.
When he sees the flag before him
He will win the race!
When you cry "Run fast!" he'll gallop
at full speed.
To a man of the world, a good horse is his pride.
I give you this fine horse as an offering,
Praying that you may keep me from the hell
Into which I else would fall.
Having ended his song, the young man offered Milarepa
but the Jetsun would not accept it, and told him that he had an-
other, even better one. And he sang:
Listen to me, dear patron!
A horse of Prai:~a-Mind have I;
I adorn him with the silk scarf of Dhyana.
His skin is the magic Ensuing Dhyana Stage/
His saddle, illuminating Self-Awareness.
My spurs are the Three Visualizations,8
His crupper the secret teaching of the Two Gates.9
His headstall is the Prai:~a of Vital-force;10
His forelock curl is Three-pointed Time.11
Tranquillity within is his adornment,
Bodily movement is his rein,
And ever-flowing inspiration is his bridle.
He gallops wildly along the Spine's Central Path.
He is a yogi's horse, this steed of mine.
By riding him, one escapes Sa111sara's mud,
By following him one reaches the safe land of Bodhi.
My dear patron, I have no need of your black horse.
Go your way, young man, and look for pleasure!
The youth thought, "Though he does not want my horse, his feet
are bare. He must need a pair of shoes!" So thinking, he offered his
own to Milarepa, singing:
Revered Yogi, jewel-like accomplished Saint,
Because there is no attachment in your heart,
You wander aimless from place to place.
Sometimes you meet dogs with sharp teeth;
At others, you walk through brambles and defiles;
And so your bare feet may be hurt.
Walking without shoes is painful;
These blue boots shall be your faithful servants.
With brass spurs on their heels
And silk-embroidered, they are costly;
A skillful craftsman made them
With the skins of elk, wild yale:, and crocodil