In the cradle of the Himalayas, where whispers roam,
Lies a valley kissed by the morning’s gentle light,
Where rivers weave tales through the stones,
And the air sings with a serene, timeless might.

The chinar trees stand, guardians of the past,
Their leaves painting a canvas of gold in the fall,
Each breeze carries a story from ages vast,
Through the silent valleys where echoes softly call.

Beneath the azure sky, saffron blooms with grace,
Fragrant fields stretching towards the sun,
A land where beauty and dreams embrace,
In a tender dance, never to be undone.

O Kashmir, land of ethereal peace and strife,
Your spirit endures in every heart’s desire,
Through every shadow and every life,
Your essence burns like an eternal fire.