In the cradle of mountains high,
Where rivers weave through emerald dreams,
Kashmir lies under a sapphire sky,
A realm where silence softly screams.

The whispers of the cedar trees,
Dance in the gentle morning mist,
Snow-kissed peaks hold ancient mysteries,
In this land where the earth is kissed.

Fields of saffron spread like gold,
In valleys where the heart finds rest,
Stories of old are quietly told,
In the language of nature’s best.

Amidst the echoes of time’s embrace,
Kashmir breathes with a tranquil grace,
A tapestry of beauty and strife,
A place where dreams and reality trace.