I dream a dream of being in my dreamland; Its tall buildings, landscape and vistas Fascinates me and soothes my aching soul. Its woods and planes do seem to me Like a magical world of dreams it be. But I shall question through eternity, Would the soil there smell of fraternity? And will the air smell of love? Will one live in freedom and age with dignity? Will a mother feed her children Love, warmth, sweat and blood? Will all people pray for you, Even when you mean none to them? Will people forgive in humbleness Or curse you in utter disgrace? If be not these in my dreamland, I would rot in a happy hell Than prosper in an unhappy heaven. The land full of hopes, the land free of guillotine, This is my land, my country Bhutan. - Rinchen Phuntsho.
Rinchey's Rhapsody is an assortment of various feelings and emotions of a simple Bhutanese teacher. It is an exposition of the author's affirmations and expostulations to his environment.