A Ritual of Regal Splendour

His Majesty the King and Her Majesty the Queen

The light of its maiden trip

Glowed with viral speed and nature

Webbed the hearts with common uncommon grip

Knitted of same colour and gesture

To a ceremony of a royal splendour

The lyrics of nuptial bliss rippled like wild flames

Fashioned to be a locus of common yarn

For people of all kinds, high tough or low lames

All in one to colour the history’s barn

To a ceremony of a royal splendour

King Jigme Khesar, a portrayed People’s King

A ruler that earth spot as an ordinary human sort

To wed Ashi Jesteun into the Wangchuk’s ring

A utopian joy to all Bhutanese on the dot 

To celebrate a ceremony of a royal splendour

                      King Jigme Khesar, the noblest of the noble

Light of the youths, hopes for an old

Pride to the soil acts so local, heart all global

Charismatic attributes, scores of it lies untold

Of a King on a voyage of royal splendour

The fountain of love pats both young and old

Strings of compassion dance to the people’s tune

Waves of charity surf every living and cold

Skills a nation of woe and greed immune

By a King who sails for the wedding rite

King Khesar, an altruistic living print of Avolokitesvara  

  To Ashi Jetsuen, a dazzling grain of the Tara

            An emblem of compassion and refuge blend 

                             Like a sweet melody of the story end

                        Graceful and lively, grow to every trend 

"Nuptial love maketh mankind; friendly love perfecteth it; but wanton love corrupteth and embaseth it" Francis Bacon (1561 - 1626)