An epitome of a father to his sons,
A promise of a sunshine for our future,
My benevolent King is a Bodhisattva
In the vastness of His compassionate heart
True refuge and forever hope we find,
A depth of His Kingly love,
Serene romance and repose resound in our hearts;
In the richness of His sublime wisdom,
The nation steers without indecision and confusion,
The greatness of selfless potency,
Motherly calmness and tireless love we find.
O' Beloved King!
Our Monarch Divine!
Glory to the day of Your Birth,
Glory to the bodhisattvic years
To such benevolence
Only Drukpas can be fortunate to pride
A land as blissful as ours,
And King for the people in every stead
How much fortunate can we be
To have this birth.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY BELOVED BODHISATTVA
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