I climbed down the valley, below my hamlet;
I turned back towards the home,
I saw my dear mother looking after me;
Not through the eyes of window, but on the hills,
My beloved brothers, sister and relatives;
Shading a sorrowful tears repeatedly,
My youngest brother waved the scarf;
Which was white, was desperate one,
I myself being the son of my beloved mother,
I shaded the tears a lot on the facing hills.
I do not want to step down the valley;
However, it’s all my way to Thimphu.
If I stay back, I have to go for studies;
If I go on, I have no choice than to shade tears,
Yet I proceeded and stepped down the valley;
Keeping my beloved parents and relatives,
Up on the pinnacle of hamlet, Gaptang;
Two of us proceeded towards the bus stop,
After having being walking for an hour and half;
I arrived at the bus stop, near roadside.
Sun left me behind and went off the west,
Halt night at relatives’ abode at eleven o’clock.
Early in the next morning, I woke up, and;
I cleansed my ugly face and I shaded,
My sorrowful tears once more looking back;
Bus horned; I get readied, waited by roadside,
Along with unknown friends plied to capital,
My journey for two days met with my friends;
All were one of the best friends, undeniably.