Words of valediction: On Lyonpo Thakur’s departure from Sherubtse

O’ Lord of the wings
A potent leader,
We the nation builder
In earnest seek
Guidance and glory today
For the last time.
Every single soul
Every little flower,
And thirsting cypress
The college has bred
Must to bow to thee
In immortal gratitude.
You are Sherubtse,
You are its insignia of excellence,
Steering to peak of luminescence
Heart and blood,
O’ Lord of the wings, Our Sir!
We weep to see thee go!