Let Love Rule Pure Kashmir

Ancient poet's tender verse metered soft with pleasing rhyme intoxicating as they nurse budding grapes leaves on the vine. Maturation of the fruit caressed by sunlight's warm embrace through their words and foreign song I learn the temper of their race. If I am inspired as they share the godly music of their hymn then their notes I deeply hear the sounding flavor from within. I am satisfied by the presence and whisper of the flow immaculate glories lifting up; I sense their native soul. Culture, distance, hollow time grasps the features of the truth and presses the vintage knowledge from the ripeness of their fruit. Simplicity and strength pervade each nuanced note, I bow before the pleasure and praise with privileged throat. Wars, barren deserts, victory; Kashmir's fabled life, she is richness warrior Queen and in battle you must fight with words your lethal weapons and in these conquests I will share, occupy your precious country and let love rule pure Kashmir.