OF THE MIGHTY KING...I SING

Great green mountains
Care not sand and dirt ;
Fine flowers in forests
Care not fauna and flora.

Yet, in the old Siam of our native land...
Stands tall a mighty majestic man
Who cares and devotes himself
For the wellfare of his commonners.

From high hills to rolling plains
He has fought against poverty
Among the downtrodden, the needy
From his youth to the Golden Jubilee.

No known words whispering in the wind
Suffice to say about his noble deeds.

On shining stars far beyond
On huge heavens on high
Long day and long night
People, poor and humble people
In their own right
Love and cherish him
In their hearts of heart
As King of kings


Chinda D. Chinda
2 October 1996


CANZONE TO OUR KING

SONO L'UL TIMO ANELLO
D'UNA CATENA DI UOMINI
VENUTI DA LONTANO,
IN UN PAESE
CHE LI HA FATTI SENTIRE
FIGLI E FRATELLI,
PER SAPERE QUANTO VALGONO

PICCOLO E' L' ANELLO
MA IL SUO COMPITO E' GRANDE:
PORTARE LE VOCI DI TUTTI
QUELLI CHE HANNO AMATO
IL RE E LA SUA TERRA, TANTO
DA SCEGLIERLA COME ULTIMA DIMORA.

DEVO DIRE GRAZIE
PER LA SPERANZA CHE HAI DATO
NON SOLO ALLA TUA GENTE
MA AL GENERE UMANO.
NEI TUOI OCCHI SI LEGGE IL TUO
AMORE PER LE NOSTRE ESISTENZE

DALLE TOMBE DEI FRATELLI
CHE RIPOSANO A SILOM ROAD
UNA VOCE SI LEVA,
UNA VOCE PER QUESTA TERRA
E IL SUO RE: CH'EGLI VIVA
A LUNGO PER IL BENE DEI POPOLI!

Dr. Paolo Piazzardi
ITALY


Bangkok Anniversary

INHERITOR OF
SOARING GILDED SPENDOUR
PALACES
AND
TIME-HONOURED TRIBUTES
OF MAJESTY.

NOW
IS HONOURED
MAN AND KING
WITH LOVE
AND GRATITUDE.

Myrtle Ternstrom : Sweden

I Stand in Awe

Awash in a current of love,
Flowing from his loyal subjects
Like a never-ending stream,
His Majesty the King is Supreme ruler.

Wrapped in a robe of reverence,
Woven by his loyal subjects
Like a comforting wool shawl,
His Majesty the King is Supreme teacher.

Dressed in a suit of honor,
Assembled by his loyal subjects
Like a warriorus coat of armor,
His Majesty the King is the supreme protector.

I stand in awe,
A visitor to his domain
Like an explorer discovering the unknown,
His Majesty the King is truly an inspiration.

David T. White : U.S.A.

THE HARVESTING MONARCH

The King graciously bends down
to reap the fruit of his own goodness
in fat and willing rice grains
that may be sown once more
into the land and peopleu^s hearts.

Golden is the harvest of his rule,
Since his life has been dedicated
to the well being of his people.

For him, the outcome is only the beginning,
Like the ture cycle of life,
when he gives away all he has received,
with added love and compassion

For all the good things given by the King,
our hearts delate and sing
Like shools to the first sunshine and breeze.

Montri Umavijani


Anniversary of Your Reign

From Every portrait in your schools,
in banks and post offices,
in paddi fields of new green rice, from the cool
Northen hills and valleys
to the forests of the rugged South
from dams and canals
your generosity is that steadfast waterwheel
turning with ease to irrigate your nation;
or a buffalo working interest-free to turn a profit.
Our thoughts are for the man
who is both man and more:
born among us like the most perfect of inventions
to protect the unfortunate and the weak,
to guicken the sluggish and stimulate the lazy:
each new sapling you have planted in the cool
shadows of your palace greenhouse
nurtured and strengthened for life's great wilderness.

While you live, sanctuaries prosper.
While you prosper, it is not the greatest misfortune
to be born poor. It is no crime
to consider freedom. Your genius is also ours:
together wee aspire to what is best.
Jogging in the palace gardens
or moving among your people
your are busier than every office combined.
Scholar who can swing along to jazz
or paint the essence behind the surface of things,
rest is perhaps a luxury you work towards
like fine and meditative art.
You are this country, but more than a symbol we have seen
in pictures; to implove our lot there is no time
to lose: plant new crops-orchids, coffee, strawberries-
threr's no excuse for a barren mountain in your Kingdom
or a burnt out field of eroded ash.

You are hasband to a Queen who's pround to wear
the rainbow colours this country weaves. And so
by her beauty wee know her country
We remember you and all your family
among the happy children; you rise up
Phoenix in every generation's mind,
white heat of sun, sympathy of light
in a darkening world.
We see the purest heart
and guard the doorway whare you pass
open to all, to those of us in another country too,
we who respect greatness where it is earned
through love of common man.

To understand you
is to speak every language.
A procession you will lead
to the monument in our minds: that our greatest gift
was peace, and you were the Admiral
tacking on the breeze, nevigating the nation's
tides and waves, storms and floods
a compass guiding us to safer weather.

We too must leam to overcome
those who seek to use us for their selfish ends.
On the lotus pond, lotuses
open and are fragrant, each morning
is full of hope, we are ready like you
for the heat of the day.

You are younger with every year,
like a power that has healed all hurt
and guides all passion to good use.


Adam Aitken
for the people of Australia