My mother land
Druk yul is my mother land,
Where I was fortunate
to be born as a drukpa,
a humble citizen of Bhutan,
in the kingdom of heaven.
Oh! my beloved king,
How to express myself
for being under your wing,
Who to thank for your deed,
When to repay your feed,
Let me spread your praise
from east to west.
Oh! my great king,
A real among heroes,
Did battle against enemy
Wipe out all the rebels
from the heart of our kingdom
with sweat on his brain,
and love from your pain.
Oh! Your majesty,
You are like a father,
bound with many responsibility
to sow the seeds of our field
shower peace and prosperity,
in the hands of our people
for our good yield.
Oh! Our fabulous king
It’s more than enough
you’ve done,
Take a rest from
the cares of a throne,
keep your heart warm
we will continue
what you’ve begun;
don’t be afraid
We won’t let you down.
Poem by, KEZANG DAWA (Driver)
Bhutan Power Corporation limited
Samdrupjongkhar.Bhutan
Mobile # 0097517531140
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