The snow tumbling down,
like someone Is disseminating
it with the fun,

Melting on my hands
and making dabbled my boots,

Whether it were the trees,
high peaks
Or the roof of my house,
The snow only knows,
to embrace the all

The snow, out of the scars,
The snow, with the dazzling hue,
The snow, kissed my face,
In the way my Beloved do

It falls with such a glib,
that it makes the sounds of bland,
remains soft for the days
And the nights will make it freeze,

the songs sung by the birds,
were purely audible to me,
They too like me
Were craving for the more

The clocks in my room,
has lessened their pace,
Giving the reprieve to me,
To fill my soul with peace

This place is bestowed
With the troves to enchant
Thus, I am bestowed
to be from here,
to be from here (Kashmir).