Is not the destiny ahead?
Then stop and ease for a while
Nothing is lost, no hope had died
Still the dreams are alive
Pain is like a season and will pass too
Imagine the sun and rain, both are winsome
Why should not I tell you about the snow in my Land?
White and pure
My hands shiver in the cold, but my eyes dazzle with brightness
The struggle of my land had taught me love
Like a lesson written in the book
It is true that Kashmir is beautiful
But our tears are more
They hide and express every emotion
They reflect in our smiles like the images on the mirror
We have learnt to live with them as a blessing
As the pious souls shed them remembering Allah
A mother in the memory of her martyred son
They flow from the eyes of the father, sister and friend too
Carrying the burden of our sufferings
And address them to Allah
Making our tounges to utter the same line
Is not destiny ahead?
Peace is yet to come