Once, a day of gold will break:
This land will smile with joie-de-vivre;
The zestful clouds will gather high;
The waters will sing with nimbleness.
The bird will stir and give a call;
And temples all will ring their bells;
The breeze will also fragrance waft;
The heart will call all flowers up.
It will rove around the world,
And brighten up the high Himal;
It will bring cool drops of water,
And redeem all growth with brilliance, once.
(Translation: Shreedhar Lohani and Padma Devkota)