In the heart of the mountains, where the valleys breathe,
Lies the land of Kashmir, where whispers weave,
Snow-kissed peaks, and rivers that gleam,
A paradise on earth, or so it seems.

The saffron fields, in hues of gold,
Stories of old, forever told,
Chinar trees with leaves of fire,
Echo the songs of ancient lyre.

Through the meadows, a gentle breeze,
Carries the scent of blossoming trees,
Amidst the silence, whispers grow,
Of love and peace, in the falling snow.

Oh, Kashmir, with your endless grace,
In every corner, a sacred space,
Where dreams take flight, like birds in the sky,
And hearts find solace, as time goes by.