Epitome of Gracefulness, The Great Fourth
In your reign, the Druk land found its peace,
Where wisdom blooms and sorrows cease.
A King so humble, yet strong and wise,
A beacon beneath Bhutan’s skies.
Your grace flows like a mountain stream,
Guiding our nation with a dream.
Through forests deep and hearts so pure,
Your legacy shall long endure.
O Great K4, our nation’s pride,
Your light still burns, our constant guide.
In every prayer, your name we sing —
Forever our beloved King.