on 11th November
a man so great
to drukyul was born
he took the crown
and served the country
like an rising sun
from beneath the darkened valley
he came into our lives
lighting the nation
his only mission
a small country Bhutan is
yet he had it seem legendary
gave Bhutan the perfect ease
democracy walks head high
the king no more holds power!
he is the last of type
he is not just a king
but says he is a son
a brother and a parent
and in time he have it proved
in war he is the general
in peace, he is the father
in religion, he is the god
at heart, he is the best
and for us he is the king
to our fourth king
the mighty ruler
the king of the
land of thunder dragon
we wish you a long life.
Splendid. I can't but appreciate your poem. I know and realize the thirst and desire of South Asian people.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
phenomenal poem......nobody can match up yo our father like figure The Fourth Druk Gyalpo Jigme Singye Wangchuck.....thank you for sharing such a tribute to His Majesty..