Merak Sakteng: The Highland’s Embrace
Amidst the peaks where the whispers flow,
Through valleys where crimson rhododendrons grow,
Lies Merak Sakteng, wild and free,
A realm of wonder, a land of glee.
Yak bells chime in the mountain air,
As nomads tread with hearts so rare,
Draped in chubas of scarlet hue,
Guardians of traditions, proud and true.
Clouds descend in a silver dance,
Over emerald meadows, they weave a trance,
Mystic tales in the zephyrs ride,
Of ancient spirits, side by side.
Oh, land where the dawn unfolds so bright,
Bathed in the Himalayan golden light,
Merak Sakteng, in thee I see,
A timeless song of serenity.
