Beneath the whispering clouds of Drukyul’s sky,
Where snow peaks touch the prayers that fly,
Rises the light of a king so rare,
A heart of wisdom, beyond compare.
Seventy years, a sacred flame,
A life devoted, beyond fame.
You walked with mountains, calm and kind,
And left your golden prints behind.
You taught your people joy’s true art—
Not in riches, but in heart.
Gross National Happiness, your royal creed,
Planted love where others sowed greed.
Through forests deep and rivers wide,
Your vision flows, your dreams abide.
A guardian of nature, pure and wise,
You saw the future through compassion’s eyes.
Our Fourth Druk Gyalpo, beloved King,
To you our souls in prayer we bring.
May your days be blessed with peace anew,
And the dragon realm forever honor you.
From every valley, every prayer wheel’s spin,
Echoes your legacy deep within—
A father, a guide, a beacon bright,
Our King of Harmony, our nation’s light.