Let winter come hither.

Let the freezing winter come and go,
Let the deciduous trees shed their leaves,
Let the cold breeze kiss our face timidly,
Let the green grasses budge into yellow color,
Let the blue sky put brake on the downpour,
Let the uproarious sound of rivers be unheard.

 

Let the exam knock the student’s door,
Let the zealous students spend sleepless night,
Let the teachers rush to cover the syllabus,
Let the smart students hunt for the past questions,
Let the lethargic students fear for the exam,
Let the teachers worry about student’s performance.

 

Let the famers stop ploughing the earth with a pair of oxen,
Let the highlanders migrate to the low land with their yaks,
Let the number of tourist boost fueling our economy;
Let the elderly people rendezvous for the pilgrimages.
Let the eastern Bhutanese brew the local wine with their new harvest,
Let the Bhutanese welcome the dazzling winter festivals.