Oh! My beautiful Kashmir!
Why you suffered long?
Who and why, be so tyrant?
To this land, beautiful and strong.

Why still in this world,
The blood shed going on?
And cruelty at its peak,
Making lives like a thorn.

Shooting them, piercing through there bodies,
The cruel men don't stop.
Oh my dear almighty Allah!
Please make it stop.

The sweet innocent people ,
Being played by the cruel.
Who sold there souls,
For the devil's allure.

Still these people fight for survival,
Still they battle,lose and cry
Why won't anyone not listen to all?
At what price do they all try?

The fathers, the mothers,
The sons and the daughters,
Of this beautiful land.
Hoped and dreamt of freedom.
And tried with there best,
To free themselves,
And the future of the rest.

They still do though,
Yes. They do.
But the darkness and tyranny,
Still shroud the sky.
When will humanity be awaken?
When will we not be so blind?

I wish, pray and hope,
This darkness will come to an end.
May Peace and harmony return,
And live on till the life ends.