Happiness and Drukyuel: a Quest ensured

Happiness and Drukyuel: a Quest ensured

Virtually comatose! Of farm chore

She rest her elbow on a fragile window pane

To the creeping clear dusk circle

Trying to decipher, the language of chirping birds

The melodious calls are clear and timely

She knows what a little bird conveys; a Happiness

Burnt-out! Of weeding the last terrace

She holds high her ailing rough chin

To the resounding prayers of a hermit atop

In reverence, she lowers her gaze in folded palms

To the calls of prayers echoing through the sleeping valley

She knows what an old hermit transmits; a Happiness

Dead beat! Of gathering the firewood

She throws her neck left gently

To the fluttering prayer flags on a gentle hill-slope

In nostalgia, she reminisce her late paramour

To the peaceful messages of her departed soul mate

She knows what he wants to convey an inamorata; a Happiness

Fatigue! Of backbreaking labour at neighbor’s garden

She rest her dust-ridden head on home-made pillow

To the rhythmic late night flute from the farmhouse

In rejuvenation, she coos an old lyric of native singer

To the flawless tone of six-eyed reed instrument

She knows what it spreads at this late hour; a Happiness

Rejuvenated! Of all the peaceful thoughts of live in Drukyuel

She prostrates in gratitude to the God and Monarchs

Hanging from her old beam parallel

  In tears of ecstasy, she chants the prayers of eternal blessings

To an omniscient almighty and an unparallel leadership of kings

She knows what quest they fulfill; the Happiness