In the valley where the mountains sigh,
Emerald rivers weave tales of old,
Whispers of the past softly lie,
In Kashmir’s embrace, secrets unfold.

Snow-kissed peaks touch the azure sky,
Where saffron blooms in fields of gold,
A paradise where dreams can fly,
Yet stories of pain remain untold.

Chinars dance in the autumn breeze,
Reflecting hues of red and flame,
In their shade, find a moment’s peace,
While echoes of history call your name.

Oh, Kashmir, land of endless grace,
Your beauty is a timeless song,
In your heart, a delicate trace,
Of love and loss that linger long.