In the shadow of the Himalayas high,
Where the whispers of the winds do sigh,
Our love blooms in the valleys deep,
In Nepali lands, our secrets we keep.

The rivers dance to an ancient tune,
As we wander beneath the silver moon,
Hand in hand through terraced fields,
Our hearts a fortress, a shield it wields.

The prayer flags flutter, colors bright,
Sending blessings through the night,
Our love, a tapestry woven fine,
In every thread, a story divine.

Beneath the peaks that touch the sky,
In Nepali love, our souls fly high,
A bond unbroken, timeless and true,
In the land of beauty, me and you.