Sep 30
¹
Thou art my home for the generation long, my beloved Motherland, how lovely thou art! Thou hast given me a fine place here to take a long and joyant abide.
I took the deepest privilege to spend my life here, embracing the endless blessings of no bound thou hast bestowed upon me. The joy of course, I have cherished a fragrance of this very land, in an ineffable bound of pride.
All that hush and composed mountains that weave the picturesque sight; all that rich and benevolent water that evokes the sweet taste like that of honey; and all that earthly and never-fading mud that upholdest the living beings. O, I never knew I was used to them! Such is my luck!
My life flowers bright here upon thy heavenly garden; and now I'm able to create the beuty of my own within and out like a dahlia. I wish my life had no bound and all my body and limbs were immortal, I would heave infinite steps of age, century after century, turning olds into new...
All that thou hast dispensed me doth not belong to me, but I taketh it as holy bless. Thou hast given me all thy shelters and stood before me shameless and bare. In fact, thou hast protected me from all trouble obstacles of sorts, such is thy holy grace, My beloved motherland!
²
Such a blesseth land, have I ever taken my refuge!
Such a blesseth land, is only my century-long home!
I am deepened down into the bottomless pride, for I am born to this land of kingly harmony. It's thy pleasure that indeed, I should be grateful to thee, for thou hast taken care of me till this age far. Such is my fortune!
What knowest others of thee? What knowest others the taste of that golden honey, so-thickly ebbs out of thy ***** heart that seems ineffable.
For me, thou art all that higher than the universe; and there's no above thee, such is thy strength! Thy love is an unattainable worth. I canst return thy love even though my life extend a hundred decades long.
It's indeed the sin to step upon the holy-like body of thine; but thou art receptive by nature, and such is thy holy grace, my beloved motherland, thou hast carried me these long years bearing all sorts of weariness.
Such a blesseth land, have I ever taken my refuge!
Such a blesseth land, is only my century-long home!
Thou art my home for the generation long, my beloved Motherland, how lovely thou art! Thou hast given me a fine place here to take a long and joyant abide.
I took the deepest privilege to spend my life here, embracing the endless blessings of no bound thou hast bestowed upon me. The joy of course, I have cherished a fragrance of this very land, in an ineffable bound of pride.
All that hush and composed mountains that weave the picturesque sight; all that rich and benevolent water that evokes the sweet taste like that of honey; and all that earthly and never-fading mud that upholdest the living beings. O, I never knew I was used to them! Such is my luck!
My life flowers bright here upon thy heavenly garden; and now I'm able to create the beuty of my own within and out like a dahlia. I wish my life had no bound and all my body and limbs were immortal, I would heave infinite steps of age, century after century, turning olds into new...
All that thou hast dispensed me doth not belong to me, but I taketh it as holy bless. Thou hast given me all thy shelters and stood before me shameless and bare. In fact, thou hast protected me from all trouble obstacles of sorts, such is thy holy grace, My beloved motherland!
²
Such a blesseth land, have I ever taken my refuge!
Such a blesseth land, is only my century-long home!
I am deepened down into the bottomless pride, for I am born to this land of kingly harmony. It's thy pleasure that indeed, I should be grateful to thee, for thou hast taken care of me till this age far. Such is my fortune!
What knowest others of thee? What knowest others the taste of that golden honey, so-thickly ebbs out of thy ***** heart that seems ineffable.
For me, thou art all that higher than the universe; and there's no above thee, such is thy strength! Thy love is an unattainable worth. I canst return thy love even though my life extend a hundred decades long.
It's indeed the sin to step upon the holy-like body of thine; but thou art receptive by nature, and such is thy holy grace, my beloved motherland, thou hast carried me these long years bearing all sorts of weariness.
Such a blesseth land, have I ever taken my refuge!
Such a blesseth land, is only my century-long home!
A patriotic poem to my country Bhutan. My motherland.
