State Song Of Kashmir - Poem by Sahil SharifdinEnglish
The sun sets to rise again.
Dark clouds make beautiful rain.
Oppression is a mortal thing.
Winter dies and comes spring.
Tears come before, joys after.
Sighs are omens of laughter.
Freedom requires the blood of youth.
Success is the booty of truth.
Save your tears O girl, O boy
Soon you shall cry out of joy.
Brown pillow and green floor,
Mile by mile pure water store,
With tulips,fresh air plays,
Green are tunnels, grassy ways,
Birds sing on Apple trees,
In every place mystic Bees.
Our home is a beautiful bride.
Our dignity, honour and pride.
Nothing is dearer than its loam.
We die and kill for our home.
Buddhists, Hindues came and left.
Mughals, Dogras suffered and wept.
Kings die here, empires fall.
But, we stand here all in all.
We are kids of sufis, holy men.
We live longer than our hangmen.
Our symbol is the arc of moon.
Upon all of us God's boon.
May our STATE shine bright!
May we progress day and night!
May we follow always Islam!
May we live happy and calm!
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