In the silent valleys of Kashmir,
Where peace whispers through the pines,
The echoes of ancient songs,
Dance with the morning mists.
The rivers flow like silver threads,
Woven through the emerald fields,
Carrying tales of love and loss,
To the hearts that still believe.
The mountains stand as timeless guards,
Watching over dreams and hopes,
Their peaks touching the sky,
As if to kiss the heavens above.
Oh, Kashmir, land of endless beauty,
Where every breeze is a whisper of history,
In your embrace, tranquility reigns,
A testament to the spirit of your people.