When I first found these wings spreading behind me, I was surprised,
Just like the first time you lose yourself when you make love,
new feelings, new sounds, new life!
Who filled my eyes with dreams, my wings with feathers?
My legs are unsteady when I walk on the ground,
But in the sky I am like the wind: invisible, free, in my element!
At first, I stumbled, clumsily flapping my wings, looking at the trees, desperate to land.
But the trees became smaller, the wind cooler, I flew higher!
Like the sun, I am completely here when I am here,
But when the time comes,
When the air begins to warm and spring arrives at Phobdjikha valley,
I have to spread my wings again, fly once more over my winter home,
Circle the Chorten three times and fly away North,
Where my invisible wings are determined to take me!
Black-necked crane is a popular bird from Tibet that every winter flies into its winter home in Bhutan’s Phobjikha Valley. Legend has it that each spring when the birds migrate back to Tibet, they circle the sacred Chortens (Stupas) in the traditional way (clockwise), before moving North.