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Valley Of Kashmir!
Valley Of Kashmir!
Azure ink on the paperwhite
The feelings of a bard and the Dale's site
A tale of ours in the life's barque-Hark!
Snow-laden mountains-sculptures of beauty,
The sylvan treasures in the lush hills- Behold!
The gushing stream and birds' chirping
The sparkling waters and the bulbuls' lilting.
The brume in hills and the cattle in herds
The vast skies and the dancing birds!
The Himalayas standing like a bulwark wide-
Protecting the dale from the enemy's tide.
The mighty chinar, lush and desolate
The tyrant's stroke and dreary fate!
The lambent moon in the darkling nights
The effulgent sun in the Himalayan heights
The grass that fawneth with the traveler's feet
The entombed saint under the pegions' fleet
The vast field and the swaying gold,
The bosky dale-behold!
The zephyr of dawn and the dancing leaves
The orphans crestfallen whose heart grieves!
The inhumed carcass and memories of yore!
The heroes slew in the closed doors!
Ah-The clarion of throe from us!
Ah-The tears from the glaciers gush!
Ere the night, the cries of grimace
The sobs and cries of orphans-embrace!
The boiling blood from every vein
The cries of widows who lie in pain
In the dark of night, the women who fear
The Tarquin's lewd eyes-who cometh near!
The white-sepukheres who scythed us a-twain
The flicking pseudo- leaders- seekers of fame!
The cries of ours in the dale-circumvallate
The dale of grief and plaintful tales!
Lachrymal orbs of the widows' gloomy face
The hypocrites’ rule and minds in a haze!
The susurrations of thousand from prisons afar!
The lives of people are torn apart!
The giant argosy and the trade of blood
The weeping child in grief's flood!
Perhaps the waters of Jhelum too-
Are tears shed from lachrymal orbs!
Anon the thrones of tyrants too-
Will rend asunder by the will of God!
Perhaps the restless winds too-
Fail to calm the ever-flowing blood!
Anon the trembling Earth too
Shall uproot the tyrants- Behold!
Perhaps the birds' chirping too
Is the song of freedom-hark!
