The Bodhisattva King

Here comes a time when the world is torn by a war,

Plunging many into dearth and thirst, despair and sorrow,

Who sees the unseen, hears the unheard, feels the unfelt  

Is the King of Bodhisattva,

Who goes to the sleepless bed, leaves the restful palace, 

Does an untiring labour, and forges the vision,

For the hopes and happiness of his subjects,

Carries the mountain of troubles and threats

To secure Pelden Drukpa, exhausts himself into hard toil

To provide shelter, he travels to every nook and corner

Who touches the untouched, reaches to the unreached

Is the King of Bodhisattva

Who walks in the mud, drenches in the monsoon rain,

Enduring through the hard adversities, 

Who lifts the poor from sufferings, he is the hope to everyone,

Oneness in thoughts and wholeness in actions, must we be, 

To do the duty to Tsa-Wa-Sum in utmost loyalty.

With our throats clogged and heart sunk into pain,

We shall pray for his turning of wheel of dharma ceaselessly,

For his continuous turning of the wheel of two traditions,

And for his body free of illness and mind free of troubles

We take refuge in Triple Gem!