Before the morning sun.
A valley filled with echoed sighs;
A struggle long begun.
Amidst the bloodshed, loss and cries,
Dwells a strength so bold.
Etched inside the hopeful eyes,
A tale of pain untold.
Do you hear those children sing,
Of freedom, loss and love?
Do you see a silver lining,
In the clouds all above?
A thread of hope weaved among,
Resilient hearts that strive.
Like a song of freedom sung,
Like a dream that must survive.
How can there not victory ring,
Where children stand and sway.
To the dream of freedom cling!
And fight through night and day.
Oh Kashmir! The chains are strong
And hard the blows you fight!
Your struggle has been too long.
Tomorrow must be dazzling bright!