In the quiet strength of our mountains high,
Where prayer flags whisper to the sky,
Lives the story of a King so rare,
Whose love shaped Bhutan with tender care.
He dreamed not of riches, nor golden fame,
But happiness-our guiding flame.
Through Gross National Happiness, he taught,
That peace and joy cannot be bought.
He walked among his people’s song,
To make the weak feel strong.
He gave us roads where hope could run,
And schools that gleamed beneath the sun
He shared his crown, his power, his might,
Turning monarchy into people’s right.
A constitution-born from a trust,
Rooted in kindness, strong and just.
From throne to heart, he led the way,
Teaching us freedom, yet how to pray.
He built Bhutan with wisdom, ruled with grace,
A father to the Dragon Race.
Now seventy years of life’s pure art,
Still shining bright in everyone’s heart.
O beloved King, forever true,
Bhutan smiles because of you.
Happy Birthday and Thank You Your Majesty the 4th Druk Gyalpo