In the land of Kashmir, within it’s heart
There are lakes that reflect the colours of the sky
Where the earth ends and the heavens start
The clouds curtain the stars where the shepherd lies…
The snow crowns the mountain tops on high
And craftsmen recreate the magic of the vale
As the birds of paradise overhead fly
And the flowers in the enchanted gardens prevail…
Outside the night captures the evening clam
Hiding the old valley’s relentless turmoil
The cricket sings a song like a soothing balm
That heaven shall return once again to this soil.