Lord, after centuries of torment and torture, ...
...It is time to let your shadow of mercy, ...
...lengthen on your children in Kashmir,
And let the rough winds stop blowing wild, ...
...in the pastures and meadows of Kashmir,
Direct on them the golden days, ...
...of warm light and cool breeze.
Mykoul
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