Jarserva vocals

In the valley of ancient dreams, where rivers gently flow, Mountains whisper tales of old, in the land of mist and snow. Gonanda's reign began the tale, of kingdoms strong and proud, Beneath the skies of sapphire blue, where echoes sing aloud. Oh, Kashmir, cradle of the dawn, your history unfolds, In the shadow of the Himalayas, your story must be told. From Buddhist monks to Sultan's courts, your legacy stands tall, A land of peace and poetry, where ancient voices call. Karkota kings and temples rise, in splendor, grand and wise, Utpala's strength and beauty's grace, beneath the starlit skies. Through Mughal gardens, Afghan tales, and Sikh soldiers' might, Kashmir's heart beats timelessly, through day and darkest night. Oh, Kashmir, cradle of the dawn, your history unfolds, In the shadow of the Himalayas, your story must be told. From Buddhist monks to Sultan's courts, your legacy stands tall, A land of peace and poetry, where ancient voices call.