The Landscape Of Lake Paro Poem by Tengre Asasiun Gurun Tengre

The waters of Paroho flow so still,
Reflecting the sky with a quiet will.
Byongpung-San stands, green and bright,
Its trees're reaching clouds in endless height.

By the battles which'd fought with futile might,
On the water, the soldier's floating wight.
Restlessly drifted upon the wave,
While roving souls do to cry and crave.

Paroho's waters, calm and deep,
Where silent birds in peace do creep.
In mountains, the weapon of war's disappeared,
The tapping leaves the breeze's appeared.

The fish are born, then fade away,
Reborn again, yet doomed to stay.
The dam holds, the homeward ways're denied,
Even in death, the poor must bide.

With hearts in loyal and patriotic, extremely
The warriors of Blue-Star'd beat them boldly
The cruel, surprise attacked invader
Was defeated and fled a feeling of terror.

The Red China's cunning scheme, this weir
It faded away, like dust which's blear.
On history, a glorious and great victory never
Be forgotten and the name will last forever.

The old had firmly stood so long,
For defending the land from enemy's throng.
The youth awake with eyes so bright,
And start to go out the illusion of night.

Darkness'll fade, a dawn shall rise,
The future'll brighten before on the eyes.
Henceforth this land'll be glorious, and you are-
To be the world's great and guiding star.