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The silken scarf,
in auspicious shades
proffers down the golden throne,
to adorn you the honours
of blessed glory
and noble recognition
of a job well done.
Standing out amidst the odds;
You sailed against the tides.
With immeasurable wisdom and experience,
in unwavering self less service,
Your confidence ever soared.
Even the occasional storm
could not sweep you off your feet.
You captained the ship,
to accomplish the aspirations
of the noble visions of GNH,
towards the subjugation of crime
dispensing the fragrance of peace.
You are the saving grace
from public antipathy
to bonds of partnership.
For the welfare of your men,
You touched every nook,
Your own comfort came last.
Nothing tires you down
You are indeed a workaholic.
You brought home the bacon,
You deserve the laurels.
What else could we ask for?
Your success is our pride.
In bonds of eternal camaraderie,
your men cherish your success,
On this joyous occasion,
in respect and sublime bliss,
with profound felicitations,
All ranks salute you,
Trashi Delek, Dear Sir.
May you ever rise so high,
Think hence ever so vast,
Lead us ever so forth;
Your retinues are at your heels.
You are our guiding star,
The torch to light our path,
Lead us on, oh My Chief,
and leave footprints in the sand of time.
